The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1910-04-16

DO much of this night work."
asked the Cherub. Have 20. | sup
pose, to keep things running"
Again Mr.. Driscoli smiled. lie was
quite used to Mr.. Deviue's breezy
manner. He asked of Mr.. Devine
what was up.
| "Au kinds of things" responded the
Cherub, dropping into a red leather
chair and extracting one CT his black
cigars from a waiStcoat pocket
Firstly" began the Cherub, you're
! the chief attorney for that blasted
! railroad I've just loaded up with.
aren't yOu:"
| Mr.. Driscon nodded.
| Good. Now. as my private counsel
! I'd like to have you tell me if | can
! safely get rid of being president of it
! within the next twenty-four hours"
! Not tired of ii so soon, are you:"
Tired! Why, say, Bob. there isn't
work enough about a job of that kind
! to keep man awake. put in all one
! day trying to find things to do. By 10
o'clock I'd o. KID a ba>ketful of gen
eral orders that | didn't know any
| thing about, fired three fluffy haired
! typewriter girls and issued Il dozen
annual passes to my friends. Then
my private secretary and sat around
and looked at each other until lunch
con time. | didn't show up again. No.
no, Bob! 1t may be highly respectable
and all that. but I've got to be where
there's something doing. | want To
get back into the street"
There's nothing to prevent you
| from resigning."
Except putting in some one that'l
work things the way | want 'em
worked. What do you say to old Rim
mer?'
"Rimmer Of Chicago:'
yep: the one we nipped on short
holdings. Now. he hates ME as the
devil hates holy water. but he's a hUs-
tier, and he knows the railroad game
like book. He's down and out now.
but he won't stay down, and when he
gets up again I'd rather have him on
my side than against me. Guess he'd
rather be with me too. How about
Rimmer. ehT'
Mr. Driscon sent a quick but appre-
ciative glance at the Cherub. He i'll
dorsed the Rimmer nomination.
Then that's settled" observed the
Cherub. You send for him in the
morning and put it up to him. / fig
ure that he'll be mighty glad to crawl
on the band wagon. Now for item
No. 9 Bet million you couldn't
guess what I've been doing"
stake too high" laughed Mr.. Dris-
| Ill 7 i,,I- I
guessing. You've been getting mar
ried.''
''Z-z-z-ing. but that was close-I don't
think" replied the Cherub. You're
within gunshot. though. Bob. And /
expect ] might as well own up that
I'd like to, but there's no hope. /
found the right girl. all right, and I'd
just told her about it, when who
should show up but hubby"
Not hers?'
Right! 1 thought all along she was
a widow. Every one thinks so. He's
one of these cheap macaroni counts,
regular wife beater, and their honey
moon didn't last more than few
hours. She leaves him in Italy and
comes home Then it's reported that
be has died in sanitarium-fam iy
don't deny it, girl puts on black. and
, all hands hope it will soon be so. But
be refuses to die and comes over here
to hold them up for cash. As it hap
, pens, the first person he runs across
is me. Now, what do you suppose ]
did to him."
; Mr.. DriscOlIs eyes concentrated Sc
, riOuSly on the bland face of Cherub
|, Devine
Il hope he began.
, "Oh. l didn't hurt him. interrupted
, the Cherub. I'm no hothead-nt>er
struck man in my life-wouldn'
: know how. But perhaps | did worse
l l decoyed him to an icehouse and
/ locked him in there
i You WHAT Even the coUposure
{ Of Bob Driscoll was stirred by this
/ unique confession.
? something had to be done right
away. So l just jollied him along tc
: the icehouse, tolled him inside and shut
t the door on him.
5 so you locked him up, did you:
) Why didn't you let him make his de-
;. mand and then have him arrested on
a charge of blackmail?'
e Couldn't That would bring out the
t whole story. See? She's been posing
I as q widow. That's her fathers work
0 Think of what the papers would make
5 Of that! No, no! We don't want to &c
r into court, and the count mustn't"
e I'm afraid, Cherub. that he's right
r when he calls you a kidnaper. That
e would be the technical charge. Its
t rather a serious offense. too-felony
r you know"
e 'All right; I'm not sQueamish. Looh
: up some good criminal LAWYER vii
J you, and have him let me know how
far l can go?"
4 'M-m-m-m-"- murmuTed Mr.
n Driscon through pursed lips. why
e not soothe him with a few hundred
K dollar bills and let him out?''
That's where my fool pride come:
:. in. Bob. Didn't know l had any. bu
l guess / have. See here; can't buy
. of the husband OF the girl I-Uell i