Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1911-07-08
"You'p SET THE HOUSE AFInH OVER NJ,
HEAD, WOULD you, HAHDwICK2

"yoU'D SET THE HOUSE AFIRE OVER MY
HEAD, WOULD you, HAHDwIcKp"
you like about me. but II that boy has
anything In his past that don't know
| about. that he wouldn't want to see
published. you let It alone and keep
your newspaper reporters of It."
The vice president laughed. He was
Of those who regain equanlmity In e.
act proportion as an opponent loses 1t.
you needn't let the boys record
trouble you." he averred. ITS as
clean as a hounds tooth. That IL one
Of the things I'm banking on. David.
I'm going to have that young fellow
| lighting on our side before were
| through"
Al this the gray eyes under the pent-
house brows famed fiercely, and the
senator took the two strides needful to
place him before the man In the chair.
Don't you do that, Mcvickar. I
give you fair warnlngw he said, his
deep toned voice rumbling like the
bur Of grinding wheels. There's only
one way you could do IT.
The vice president stood up and put
on his hat. And you'll take precious
good care that don't get chance to
try that way, you were going to say.
All right. David. You tell me to dol
my worst, and I'll hand that back to|
you too. You do the same, and we'll
see who comes out ahead"
| II was some Ave minutes later when
the vice president had made his leisure
ly way down to the lobby. The cleo
tric lights blazed out, and the great
gathering place was beginning to take
on Its evening air Of stir and activity.
Mr.. McVickar pushed his way to the|
desk, and row of lately arrived guests
waited when he asked his question.
where win be most likely to findl
Mr.. Evan Blount at this time Of dayr
was the question he wished to have an
swered. ana the obliging clerk made
the line wait still longer while he sum-
moned a bellboy and sent him scurry-
ing across to one Of the writing tables.
"This is MFR. Evan Blount," he said
to the railroad mhgnate, indicating the
young man who came up with the bell
boy. "Mr. Blount. this is Mr.. Hard
wick McVickar, first vice president Of
the Transcontinental Railway cow
pany."
| There was no trace Of the recent bat
tie In Mr.. McVickar's voice or manner
when he turned and shook hands cor.
daily with the son Of the man who
had defied him.
Your father and were just holding
a little conference over your future
| prospects, Mr.. BlOunt," he said, going
straight to his point. Suppose you
come down to the car with me for a.
little private talk on the legal situa-
ton. I'm not sure, but we shall wish
to retain you In cause that IL COM
ing up Ia September Gantry tells me
that you are pretty well up In corpora.
tion law. Can you spare me half
hour or sO?"
Evan Blount glanced at his watch.
Patricia had told him that she and her
father would dine In the cafe at 4
and that there would be room ut their
table for him and for his father, II
the ex-senator would 70 far honor a
poor college professor. There was an
hour 10 spare. and II the vice president
Of the Transcontinental company were
not the king he was ut least a great
man whose invitation was In some
sense a command
II was at the precise moment when
the butterfly doors OF the lobby en-
trance Were winging to their closing
behind Mr.. McVickar and his quarry
that the house telephone called the
registry clerk. A sad faced tourist
who was waiting, pen In hand, for his
room assignment heard only the an.
swer to the question which came over
the wires from one Of the upper floors.
mo. SENATOR" the clerk was saying;
"he has just this moment gone out
with Mr. McVickar! Could l over
take him? I'll try. But ! don't know
where they We're going. III send q
boy right away, though"