Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-10-08
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR OCTOBER 8. 1911

put the scheme up to someone who was real sport.
And Mr. Robert was the one he picked Take flyer!
Why, if he was fan off the Singer Budin, Mr.. Robert
would bet you on how many times he'd bounce! He
takes control of the stock by cable puts five
thou the wire to keep the drills goin and forgets
durin lunch hour.
A CCORDIN' to his own schedule Professor Taylor
= White should have been hikin back to boss the
lob; but he misses first steamer and then another,
until it out he's gone and got mushy on young
lady he'd met comm over from Liverpool. | accumu-
lated them details by careless rubbern at the phone
desk afternoon and by the way he describes her to
Mr. Robert, Doc must have had his nerve with him;
for she's English SWELL the Hon. Miss Greaves who's
come over with Mrs. Brooks Linn for a peek at New
York society.
"Mrs Brooks Linn" says Mr.. Robert. "Why, then
the young lady must be quite all right. Know her?
Certainly. Everyone knows Mrs Brooks Linn, and
she's an eccentric old tartar
"Gee!' thinks l. "For quiet party the Doc sure is
high locker"
1t amt more'n couple of days later, though, that
Witty has another long chin with MIR. Robert, and
comes out lookin sort of worried.
"Bosh!' Mr. Robert sayn. "Why, of course
you must go. You'll not be expected to perform, and
you watch for chance to have your chat with Miss
Greaves You'll need frock coat, you know, and few
other things. Oh, certainly you do it."
And KNOWN Whity's histry l could piece out the
rest He was up against one of Mrs. Brooks Inns
ooong handouts, and the prospects of buttin into
cety with only Bangor trainin sendn' Shvers
down his spine But, unless he wanted to scratch his
entry in the Fair Lady Handicap, it had be done.
Also it was now or never.
MYTH his finger on the down button, Mr. Robert
v" calls back to me, @Oh say Torchy If Cape
Town cable should come in before closing time you'd
best bring it up. There's the address-and ask for
me-"
It's one of Mrs Brooks Inns home cards he scales
through the door, and gets Piddie fused to the fins
by fashn' it casual and remarkin' how kind the dear
old soul to remember me- wa mt lookln for the
message to show up at all; but blamed Postal kid
don't drift in about half past four and chuck it on my
desk
3Exc,ca mo for rattin' before the whistle blows Pd-
die says grabbin my cap; but expect Mrs. Brooks
Linn is wonderin' why I'm so late
She's one of the old Knickerbocker set, you know
that still sticks to lower Fifth-ave even the cloak and
suit factories are gettn thick around her. and the old
colored butler that holds at the top of the brown
stone steps looks though he might belong Double
Tom and Hounds Company.
ayes, know, Uncle says l, maybe don't look
like took lemon with two humps reg lar: but here's
the card and if you'll show in where l can have
word with MIR. Robert Ellins Ill soon be on my way
again.
Lucky it want a crush, l might have drifted
around them big parors for hour; but there wa
Robert and his friend Witty looms up conspicuous
the first set of double doors They lookn sort of
bored too and Mr. Robert heaves sigh of relief when
he sees me with the envelope.
Hello Here's a good excuse, says he taking the
message "Let's see what they say. Eth? Here, old
man. listen to this Good colors at ninety foot level
Send White at once. Well, old man. 1t looks as
though you were winner.
"Over there, yes, says he as cool as you please
shut here-well | suppose might as well quit My
esteemed rival still seems to be holding the floor"
ats his speciality" says Mr. Robert. "If there
only who could take little of the wind out Of
By George!" he breaks off short, and then whispers
eager what do you say to trying Torchy against him.
"But-but how" says the professor, lOOkn puzzled
Sand would it do?'
@IIl shoulder all consequences says Mr.. Robert
@Here, up to the cloakroom. Young Tubb
mans just gone up. Well levy him. This way,
Torchy.'