The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1910-11-08


Well said rogue. nothing that
would Justify you every time in call
ing up police headquarters and order /
ing out the reserves and Il vaudeville |
manager Oh ii dead run. But it's this
way: Suppose you're Fifth avenue |
millionaire, soaring high. on the righi
side of coppers and cappers
You come home at night and bring
a $9.000.O0C diamond brooch to the
lady who's staked you for a claim
You hand it over She says. oh.
George and looks to see if it's back
ed. She comes up and kisses you.
You've waited for it. You get it. All
right. It's graft.
But I'm telling you about Artemi-
STA Blye She was from Kansas. and
she suggested corn in all of its phases.
Her hair was as yellow as the silk,
her fornl was as tall and graceful as
a stalk in the low grounds during a
wet summer. her eyes were as big and
startling as bunions. and green was
her fayorite color.
ION my last trip into the cool re-
a human named Vaucross. He was
worth-that is. he had a million. He
told me he was in business on the
street A sidewalk merchant says |.
sarcastic. Exactly says he, senior
partner of a paving concern.
Il kind of took to him for this rea-
son: met him on Broadway one
Of h1aor f lI1fl
| tobacco and place. He was all silk
! hat, diamonds and front. He was all
front If you had gone behind him
| you would have only looked yourself
in the face. | looked like cross be-
tween Count Tolstoy and June lob
ster. was out of luck. | had But
let me lay my eyes on that dealer
again.
"Vaucross stopped and talked to me
a few minutes. and then he took NE
to high toned restaurant to eat din
ner. There was music and then some
Beethoven and Bordelaise sauce and
cussing in French and frangipangi and
some hauteur and cigarettes. When /
am flush | know them places.
i
bad as a magazine artist sitting there
without any money and my hair all
rumpled like | was booked to read a
chapter from 'Elsie's School Days at
a Brooklyn bohemian smoker. But
Vaucross treated me like bear hunt
er's guide. He wasn't afraid of hurt
ing the walters feelings.
~ ho lai fn
am using YOU
$50 ON. says l. i hope you don't
wake up
And then he tells me, you know
the kind of man he was. He was a
New Yorker. His whole ambition was
to be noticed He wanted TO be con
spicuous He wanted people to point
him out and bow to him and tel
others who he was. He said 1t had
been the desire of his life always
He didn't have but million, SO be
couldn't attract attention by spending
money He said he tried to get into
public notice one time by planting
little public square on the east side
with garlic for free use of the poor
|
it over at once with a library in the
Gaelic language Three times he had
jumped In the way of automobiles. bu
the only result was five broken ribs
and a notice in the papers that an un
known man five feet ten. with foul
amalgam filed teeth, supposed to b.
the last of the famous Red Leary
r.o,o,. bol l@oon 1s11y, ovor
Ever try the reportersF ] asked
him.
Last month"; says Mr.. Vaucross
my expenditure for lunches to report
ers was $124S0.'
"Get anything out of that?' asks.
THAT reminds me- says he, adj
$3.50 for pepsin. Yes. got indiges
ton
".How am / supposed to push alon'
your scramble for prominence? in
quires. 'Contrast?'
Something of that sort tonight
says Vaucross. 1t grieves me, but
am forced to resort to eccentricity
And here he drops his napkin in hi
soup and rises up and bows to gen
WHO Is ueNdSldlkLS q POe010 oAA~A
palm across the room.
""The police commissioner says N,
climber, gratifed. Friend says il
a hurry. have ambitions, but DON
kick rung out of your ladder, Whel
you use me as a stepping stone to sa
lutte the police you spoil my appetit
on the grounds that may be degrade
and incriminated Be thoughtful.
"As the Quaker City SQUAD en- cas-
serole the idea about Artemisia BY
comes to me.
"'Suppose | can manage to get 20
in the papers, says la column
two every day in all of 'em and you
picture in most Of 'em for weel
How much would it be worth to you
"'Ten thousand dollars says Vat
cross, warm in minute. But no mu
der. says he. and ! won't wear pin
pants at a cotillion.
81 wouldn't ask you to- says
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