Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1910-01-23

the telegraph man.
1.-The accused bluff was so dark that
l got a bad tumble" was the only ex-
PLANTATION Van Tasel vouchsafed. His
discoveries he had resolved to keep to
himself.
While he slept with his head bowed
on his chest, a stranger, creeping
stealthily up to the window, looked at
him and then disappeared.
Next morning, having borrowed
some clothes of the night operator,
Van Tasel went to New York on the
first train. James, the valet, was still
in bed when Van Tasel rang, and was
amazed at the sight of his master in
such a state, but Van Tasel merely
explained
You remember that one night last
month 1 gambled with fate! Well, I'm
in the devil of a miX-up as the result.
I'm tangled up, James, in an interna-
tional complication. l don't know
what'H come of it, but I'm going to
see it through. I'll give you warning
now that things are likely to happen.
I've got a rival that
He was forgetting himself, and
broke off suddenly.
Run over to Fosdicks apartments
and see if he's up. If he isn't, drag
him out and bring him here instantly"
James came DdCk III d luOHlenl llolh
his trip across the hall.
les in the bathtub, SIR
Drag him out. 1 must see him at
once. Wait! I'll do it myself"
Fosdick, anticipating the purpose of
his rash chum, was already in gown
and slippers when Van Tasel arrived.
Whats the matter with you?" he
demanded "Out all night, 1 suppose,
on some of your romances. You're the
most spectacular"
Catching sight of the ill-f1tting gar
ments in which Van Tasel was still
attired, Fosdick stopped short in aston
ishment.
"Sit down." commanded Van Tasel.
1--WE got something to tell you, Ben,
and this time it's something worth
while. I want your advice"
Fosdick reached for his pipe
What scrape are you in now?'
Van Tasel sat on the edge of a table
and tried to quiet his nerves by light
ing one of Fosdick's cigars, which he
helped himself to.
i've found out who she is he said
bIuntly.
"Ah!" was Fosdick's comment.
Laugh, if you choose" growled Van
Tasel. Some time you'll be in love
yourself. Laugh all you please now,
lOI lHeIl IL WOl Do 81 luIluy.
Fosdick did laugh, long and heartily,
while Van Tasel stood smoking, wait
ing for the merriment to subside.
1T certainly is funny now" said Fos-
dick, Wiping his eyes. You look like
a scarecrow in that suit, and your face
bears out the illusion. Cheer up, Van!
Who stole your clothes?"
Never mind the Clothes" said Van
Tasel, gloomily. "Ill get to them later
on. I've got something important to
talk about first. When you sober down
I'll tell you. 1 don't like to talk to an
ape"
Fire away" ordered Fosdck, MINI
licking a heavy judicial frown. 81
promise never to smile again when you
speak of love-"
WELL" said Van Tasel, laying down
his cigar with an air that bordered on
the tragic, "shes not Mildred Boltwood
never was; never will bel"
'Who is she?" asked Fosdick.
Princess Lucretia of Luxembrant-of
the royal blood! A princess in truth
rightful heir to throne!"
Fosdick forgot his acting.
1.-THE DEVIL" he said.
And that isn't ALL" Van Tasel went
on, putting the wrong end of the cigar
in his mouth in his excitement.
What else is she?" asked Fosdick.
Van Tasel made a gesture of impa-