The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1910-07-31


From The Atlanta News
You understand the conditions" said
the Son OF the sun and King Of Kings,
the sultan Of Azumbraland.
L do. your serenity" replied Hustle
stage.
Let me repeat them, continued Ma
zUmbi III You are TO remain ninety
days in the treasure chamber with 100
bags OF gold. each bag containing 1000
Of your American gods called dollars
total 100000 in double eagles. II you
stay the ninety days all the money in
the room is yours II you leave before
the ninety days expire, you get nothing.
Your meals will be served a la carte at
fixed prices My chief understands your
American dishes: the variety at least
VIII be satisfactory. Payment for meals
may be made from funds in the treasure
room. Conduct Hustle Stage from our
Sultanic presence and let the test be-
gin. have spoken"
two strappiag slavcr obsequiOusly pre-
ceded Hustle Stage. the great Wall street
capitalist to the treasure chamber.
Yes. there it was! Gold. rudy. gleam-
ing gold, IN canvas bags. with their
mouths wide open.
Canvas bag eagles. chuckled Hustle
with an attempt at a jest. as he bathed
his hot hands in the cool discs and let
them flow through his clutchlng fingers
But soon a look Of suspicion narrowed
his eyes to Sits. I rad better count a
bag" he muttered. Then the gold SHIN
mered In heap on the floor and Hus-
tie counted It back into the bag. double
eagle by double eagle-"49S- 1880. 90
That bags all right" he exclaimed
with satisfaction as he stood upright and
busted the knees Of what he was in the
bad habit Of calling his pants Next he
counted the bags and sampled THEMES
$500"
"One million dollars in American dou-
bic eagles isn't bad for ninety days
time" said Hustle 70 himself with a
wink. 'Tl count it all in the morning %
he added and stretching himself luxu-
riously on a divan. was soon wrapped In
the sleep Of innocence-or one just as
good. He was 2 plutocrat There was
nothing on his conscience There couldn't
be. for he hadn't any
AT dawn he was walked by the plaintive
songs Of the bul-buls in the ounce
bushes, by the strident cries Of the par
rot on the hat tree, calling for a cracker
in purest Azumbradese. and by a perva-
sive odor OF fried breakfast bacon. AZ
ter making a hasty toilette wit. putting
on his shoes-he smote a brazen CONS.
RS II by magic, the two slaves Of the
preceding evening stood before him.
Bring me a bill of fare he COM
manded. II think I viii try a rasher OF
that bacon and some other things
never had such an appetite I'm my life"
Sorry to hear it, your highness." said
the two slaves in unison. and bowling low
they backed themselves out
Il wonder is those Senengambians
meant TO be impertinent," muttered Hus7
tie Stage 10 himself I'll report them
TO the cashier"
In a moment the blacks returned, one
hearing a heavy plate Of gold richly en-
graved, The other land glass.
THE bill OF fare. your magnihcence,"
said the first, presenting the golden tab
let
20 TneRable One"' said the second
slave. the magnifying glass;
THE what?" exclaimed Hustle. Never
mind it. I'll look at the bill"
Snakes alive" he yelled as soon as
his eye lighted on the tablet; what in
purgatory does this mean?"
Single fish ball dread extra 5000
Or this
Blue Point Oyster on half sheIl.............. 1000
Cracker sos