Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-12-03

walters coat split up the back, and old derby damned
down to his ears-well. he mess.
Some folks wouldn't have touched him with pair of
tongs. expect; but amt of the fnicky kind. so
grabs him by elbow and steers him into chair.
Besides for the last year Stat Tucker been.
way. friend of mine. AT least whenever Id
Monks for hurryup lunch it was always Stat who'd
lump first to pull out chair for and there was no
grub singer around the Joint who could hustle small
steak from the kitchen and get it in front OF quite
prompt him. I've been waited on with more style
and flourish; but careful and thoughtful by
Stat He seemed to devote his whole intellect to guess
what I'd want next and someway other he managed
to do it all with gentle friendly air that made YOU feel
at home.
Then between times he'd stand around and chat
fdental telln all his troubles about how rough the
boss was on him. soakin' him with breakage when it
int his fault. and dockn him mornins for bein late
and what a hard life it was gen rally.
And it wa mt a of fishn for extra tip either;
for quarters the limit at Monks He Just wanted to
talk to somebody, and now and then he'd get so in
tresed that he'd sn1e and have to wipe his eyes and
would forget parties at his other tables Kind OF a
weak weepy brother Stat Tucker was, about as hand
ladder forty-odd. and flat failure but tor
all that there somethin lkabe about him, though
what it was couldn't tell YOU
But for his at that minute slumped down there
with his clothes all rumpled and muddy, and breath
him like the back door of brewery, couldn't work
up much sympathy.
HUH" says l, lookin him over disguised. $50
you We been out tankin up, have you?
Stat mods, and lets out groan OF remorse
"We you We got yourself in fine shape to report for
work amt you?' SAYS |. "How do YOU figure
shown up at the steak foundry
live just come from there, says Stat mournful.
@They-they threw me out.
"Can YOU blame 'em?" says l. Here, look in the
glass there! No. don't hang your head that way: take
good look!' and with that gets grip on his coat
collar and lifts him up he can have full view.
AND it's Just while this tableau is under way that the
door opens and in comes my exquisite friend Whit
Smythe: all barbered and shaved and manlcured to
the last notch and ookn like reg lar spring poem
his lavender tie and lavender socks and his English
clothes.
Whitney takes one glance at Stat Tucker, and then
he irts scented handkerchief holds it to his nose
and backs over by the open window.
Excuse, says [, over my shoulder Piece OF wreck
age come in with the tide. III unload it in a minute.
Hey. Swiftly" calls Here take this away" and as
hands Stat to Swiftly Joe whispers, Back room
the bench. Put screen around him.
Takes Whitney three four minutes, though to
recover from the shock. "Who that horrible crea
ture?" says he.
And has to explain how he was only a hash house
waiter around after bat to get me to his Job
for him.
BAH says Whitney @The mere sight of him has
quite upset me. l trust shall not meet such persons
here often
Guess YOU won't" SAYS l. 1--WE don't have EN-
around reg lar only this I've been of friendly
to. and he's loo1in' for the helpn hand, expect:
"Its mistake to encourage such wretches, says
Whitney decided, "a very grave mistake"
maybe says II amt sayin whether it is not.
But he's out of the way hadn't better get down
to the wand business? Here's your dressin ROOM
Whitney want to be choked off, though. All the
time he's sheddn his clothes and gettn into the
French flannel trousers and the silk shirt he's sent
around for workin costume he keeps UP runnln fire
of remarks through the transom, and when he tinl
steps into the gym he's still at it. declarn that such
wretches ought to be left alone to sink swim they
"Oh, don't know, says 1. "They amt always to
blame"
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