Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-04-24

your place as l can put it. There'll be some
thing going on in it all the time, if l have to
make everything free, and you can bet your
last dollar the wine list will have something
tables bowling alleys, dance hall, and brass
band playing all night. I'll fix your beautiful
peace and quiet for you'll
The Doc, he smiles a kind of sanctiied smile
and points to the clock. " In just forty-fve
minutes" says he, 1.-The lights go OUT
That's all the satisfaction Mr.. Ellins gets
too so he takes me in tow and we beat it
'steen times around the verandas, him stating
his opinions of restoriums in general, Cousin
Martha in partic lar. and now and then shootln'
a sarcastic remark at me. But when he sees
the other victims begin sneakin' off one by
one he growls out:
We'll, son, | suppose they'll be locking us
out if we don't follow suit. Get the keys to
our rooms.
FIRST off | thought | could have a great
snooze; but it's such a blamed quiet place
that found myself wide awake, with my ear
strained to see if | couldn't hear something
After an hour or so of that, | gets up and sits
by the open window but as there amt any
moon any street lights, it's like starin
down coalhole.
l was wondering if the country was always
as black as that at night, and what would
happen to anyone that strayed out into it,
when all of a sudden [ hears window raised,
and way down in the basement under the
out. "Hello'" thinks I. Some Of the help
must be Dustin the rules and regulations.
BY leanin' out and rubberin' l could look
down into the room. And, say, the shock
almost tumbled me out. For there's the Doc
sttin in his shirtseeves with four other gents
around a green topped table decorated with
stacks of chips. The Doc is just dealin', and
before the shade is pulled down again l had
time to see him reach under the lower deck
and ha11 m a decanter that MIGHT have been
full Of cold tea.
Well, say, don't do thing but hustle into
my clothes and chase down the corridor to
Mr.. E1lins' room. Is he nt'rested in the tale?
He's all of that.
''Torchy," says he. ' if you can lead me down
to that game, I'm forgive you. Perhaps
III do better than that"
1 used up half box of matches fndin the
way; but at last we located the light comm
through the transom.
Good work." he whispers. Now you go
back to bed and enjoy long nights rest.
Sure l did-not. l wouldn't have missed
hearin' that exchange of happy greetin's for
farm. And the way the Doc chokes up and
splutters tryin' to explain things was somethin'
lovely. He was gettin' himself as twisted as
a pretze, when Old Hickory breaks in.
That's all right, Doc" says he. Innocent
little relaxation. understand perfectly. Now,
what's the ante?"
Well, after that the conversation wasn't so
or Raise YOU two more blues" So / sneaks
back and falls into the hay once more.
At breakfast Mr.. Films shows up more
smilin' and clipper than I'd ever seen him
anywhere before. He puts away three soft
boiled eggs. couple of lamb chops, and two
cups of coffee made special for him. The Doc
he follows out to the limousine.
Sorry to have you go soon, Mr.. Ellins,"
says he, rubin one hand over the other,
very sorry indeed, sir. And-er-about
those memoranda from my assistants. l will
see that thew are redeemed, YOU know"
"Those o Us?" says Mr.. Ellins. ''Oh. YOU
tell the boys tore 'em rp. Yours too. Doctor.
had my fun out of the game So long"
A ND for the next four miles Old Hickory
don't do much but gaze out on the land
scape and chuckle.
"Was that a bluff about buildin that
hotel?" says l after awhile.
well" saws Mr.. Ellins, mot exactly; but
I think l shall present the Restorium with
pipe organ instead"