The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1910-04-10
II dropped into this garden from

an aeronat,"" reiterated Theodore.
"And l couldn't find my way OUT,
Pardon me, Mr.. Wylie," pro-
tested 'O'Grady, "if I observe that
this is not a very convincing mar
rative. and quite disproves your
claim to being an inventor, you
know. Your condition, sir, is not
that of person who has fallen
from the clouds, you know"
But I have!" insisted Theodore
Literally. fell from the clouds.
l came down by parachute"
in the night, sir?" asked
O'Grady. "And with no knowledge
OF what you were falling into or
on to, sir?". -.-..
Exactly so," asserted Carson;i
"'and really must go by the
next" FF
"And swallowed your para
chute?' interpolated O'Grady, still
unsmiling
mol" cried Carson, producing it
from under the bench. Here it
is! I broke this coming through
the tree tops-see?"
II have no knowledge of machin-
cry" said OGrady. But the ex-
istence here of so common con-
trivance does not at all prove the
absence of Mr.. Wylie and Mr..
Wylie is accounted for by no per-
sonality except your own, sir. The
Slattery Institute loses no patients.
You are Mr.. Wylie, or Mr.. Wylie
Is lost. Hence, sir, you are Mr.. Wy
lie. You will not be detained
against your will, longer than is
necessary for so far getting it out
of your system as to enable you to
make rational choice. Please
accompany Mr.. Evans, and prepare
for morning treatment. Mr.. Evans
has your tonic. More assistants
will be provided if you fail to see
the propriety of compliance, sir
Good morning, sir. Mr.. Craighead
shall have a conference with DR..
Witherspoon as to your case, SIR"
Mr.. O'Grady's calm commands
carried with them deep and high
suggestions of irresistible force.
He was born autocrat. Wonder
ing how it would all end, Theodore
went with his attendant, walking in
a daze.
Room "a, to which the putative
Mr.. Wylie was taken, was like
the ordinary apartment of a good
inn, save that it had two beds. Mr..
Evans ushered young Mr.. Carson
into it as if comforting great favor.
in thus naming him Wylie, and ar
resting him instanter under the
new cognomen. He was a brawny
man with little quavering voice
like that of school boy just burst
ing into tears. Theodore took his
measure, and promptly decided that
Evans could break him in two in a
clinch, but might be outrun. IN
Now, Mr.. Wylie," walled Mr..
Evans, in a tone that seemed to
require that the sentence be COM
pleted with the words: Don't
whip me, sir! l won't do it again"
we'll get along nice, know, for
you're gentleman, an you won't
do me no dirt. Pm an awful poor
man; an this is my Twin, Don't
ruin me an put a stigmer on the
institute by takin' any hikes, Mr.
Wylie-you wouldn't. would, you,
now?"
81 am not Mr.. Wylie," reiterated
Carson. 81 am Theodore Carson,
as said; and L"
This matter of names is so
complicated" quavered Mr. Evans,
pushing up his cuffs as If about
to attempt some feat of physical
prowess. mo man DRAWN my pay
en- be expected to work it out.
get awful small wages. M. Wylie!
My duties is simple. You get your
tonics and treatments regular, an
keep hours. You get a gill of
whiskey in a bottle every night till
the tonic gets in its work. Other
treatments as per rules. A whole
lot of gentlemen come here under
special names-I would! Les drop
this name discussion. MIR. Wylie,
an agree that Wen be regular as
per rules, an you won't deprive my