Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-10
TUTWATER RIGHT

He hangs onto his great scheme, keepin his eyes and
open, writin letters when he up money
for postage and insisn that later he'll get
his chance.
Here is the place for such chances to occur says
he, land | know what l can do
All right, says |; but if was you I'd trail down
some payin job before the paper inner soes clean
through.
Course how he hit the bread line want any
funeral of mine exactly, and he hopeless case
anyway; but somehow | got to likin Tutwater more
less and WiShin there plan of appvin' all
that hot air of his in useful ways know of lots of stfs
with not half his brains that makes enough to ride
around in taxs and order custom made shirts He
gettin seeder every week. though and had it stra hit
from the agent that it was only question of a few
days before that brass plate would have to down
A ND them one noon as we was chnnin' here in the
IA front Office, in blows porty, red faced, starry
eyed old party who kind of dazed and uncertain
to where he's goin. He looks first at Tutwater and
then at me-
Same to you and many of EN- says l. "What'n
it be?"
"McCabe the name" says he; Professor
McCabe, 1 think. l had it written down somewhere
Never mind says I. This is the shop and I'm
the right party. What them"
Perhaps you don't know me?" says he, explorin
his vest pockets sort of ainless with his fingers.
"That's another good guess, says l; but there's
lots of time ahead of u.s.
IL am-well, mind the name," says he
brushn' one hand over his eyes. live mislaid it.
"Eh?" says l.
Its no matter" says he, beginnin to ramble on
again. But great deal of property in the city
and nv head has been troubling me lately. and heard
you could help I'll pay you WELL you know
I'm give you the Brooklyn Bridge"
"Wha-a-at's that?" gasps. Say couldn't
you make it Madison Square Garden1 l could
get rent out of that"
We'll, if you prefer, says he, without
crackin a smile.
And this is Mr.. Tutwater, says 1. He
ought to be in on this. What'l yours be- Tuttv?"
Say, for minute or so couldn't make out
whether the old party really off his chump
or what He's well dressed, prosperous lookin
gent good deal on the retired broker type
and didn't know but he might be some friend
of Pyramid Gordon s who'd strayed in here to
hand me josh before signin' on for a course of
lessons.
Next thing we knew though, he slumps down
in my desk chair leans back conf table signs
sort of contented smiles batty, foolish smile
at us, and then closes his eyes, Another second
and he's snorin away peaceful as you please
well, say! says | to Tutwater. "What
do you think of that, now? Does he take this
for free lodgin house, or Central Park? Looks
like it was up to me to ring for the wagon
Don't, says Tutwater. The police handle
these cases SO stupidity. His mind has been
affected, possibly from shock and he is
physically exhausted"
Hes all in, sure enough" says I; "but
can't have him sawin wood here Come come
old scout holers in his ear, you'll have to
camp somewhere else for this act!" 1 might
well have shouted into the safe, though He
Stirs.
THE thing to do says Tutwater, "is to
discover his name, if can, and then com
muncate with his friends or family
Maybe you're right, Tutwater," says l.
And there's bunch of letters in his inside
pocket Have look.
q They all seem to be addressed to ]. T. Fargo,
q Esq" says Tutwater.
XIHAT!" says l. Say, you don't suppose
w seepin' friend here is old Jerry Fargo,
do you? Look at the tailors label inside the
pocket. Eth? jeremiah I. Fargo! WE'LL saw
Tutty, that want such an idle dream of his,
about gvin' the garden. Guess he could
if he wanted to. Why this old party owns more bust