Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-23

With Jake it was diff rent expect them
washed out blue eyes of his had taken in so
many new scenes since mornin' that they
couldn't absorb any more. Anyway, he gets
drowSy before the curtain goes up. and after
he's twisted his neck until he's got it collar
broken he settles back for a comf'table
snooze. He looks so calm and peaceful |
didn't have the heart to disturb him. and
l only jabbed my elbows in his ribs when he
got to tunln' up the nose music too loud.
Besides, | was hopin' little nap of two or
three hours might leave him some refreshed
and in better shape for exhibtin to Miss
Mildred. For the more saw of Jake the less
[ could understand how a real live one like
Mile could stand for three days of him.
even if she did discover him on a desert
island. And as for ravin' about him after
wardS-well YOU never can tell can vouo
A FTER the play it took Uncle Jerry
\ shakin' on one side and me on the other
to bring Jake back to life from his wood
sawin' act.
"Ah quit it and give the orchestra
chance!" says |. And keep them elbows
down. Don't try to stretch here; wait until
you get back to the open fields for that.
Yes it's all over. and you're about to butt
of the trance!"
Not havin stretcher handy, we drags
him out to the curb, and blows some more
of my expense account against taxi. which
lands us safe and sound at this Fifth-ave.
number up in the 7Os. Guests of Miss
Marjorie Ellins, was to be the password,
and the f1unky in satin pants at the door
seems to have been we'll posted.
Yes, sir; right this way. SIR says he,
wavin us down the hall and shootin' us into
little conservatory nook. The gentlemen
from Maine are to wait here, and you are to
meet Miss Elins at the foot of the grand
staircase She will be down in a moment.
Sir"
II get you," says I, and. after cautionin'
Jake to keep on his feet until | came back.
slips out and posts myself behind ported
palm where could watch the early arrivals
comm down from the cloakrooms.
1t want long wait: for pretty soon
down floats Mildred and Marjorie. all got up
in f1ossy party dresses and fairly quiverin
with excitement.
"Oh, you dear boy!" gushes Mile. And
he is really here, is he? My splendid Hermes!
Tell me, what did he have to say about it
alp"
"Who, Jake?" says l. mostly he was
beefn' about the way his neck ached from
the collar
Isn't that just like a mani says Mar
jorie.
Il don't CARE says Mildred. Il am Just
crazy to see him once more. | want to look
into his eyes and
Then step lively" says I, before they
get glued up for good. Down this way.
Here you are, in there among the palms!
See, there's Uncle Jerry rubberin around"
Oh, yes!" squeals Millie, clappin' her
~ hands. Dear old Uncle Jerry! But
but, Torchy, where is-er-his nephew"
"Eh?" says |. why, there on the bench,
dom the yawn act!"
"Wha-a-a-at!" gasps Mile, steppin' in
for a closer look.
Straight goods" saysI. THAT'S Hermes
the lobster picker"
"Never!"
HUH" saysI. Il told him you wouldn't
know him if he didn't keep that face cavity
of his closed. He's been dom that since
eight o'clock. But he's the real article, serial
number guaranteed by Uncle Jerry
No, no." squeals Mildred, covering her
face with her hands and backin' away.