Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-08-06

GAS YOU choose says he. "Then you'll have to go
without helper, Minnie"
"Not tonight, Wicksy,' says Madam Lecour. 1--WE
been jolted too hard
"But what can l do?" says he. What 1 tell
them?"
"Ah, say I'm in a trance or a faint-anything to
stand EN- off, says she. perhaps by tomorrow, or
the day after, can
Here they GOMEZ says Wicks. The bell!'
Well there was no gettn out for me then, stays
behind the curtain chattin with Madam Lecour while
the professor receives the guests and hands out the
smooth talk. The bell kept rngin and ringin, until
there must have been ten dozen out 'front.' and |
we could hear three four talkin' But the
professor right there with the palaver, and inside
of quarter of an hour he's cleared the
"Wel" says he, shown up more between the
draperes and moppin his brow I've stood EN- off for
this time, Minnie Some didn't like it much and beefed
for the show to go on; but promised Tuesday night
for sure, and at last got EN- all out.
A Ii but one' grows deep, heavy voice behind the
professor. And if Wicks turned cheese color and
shook in his Shoes did l. for knew the voice. Huh"
it goes on. Thought you could f1im1am me- did you?
Well by the great snortn snakes! We'll see about that
And pushin past the professor comes-honest, hate
to name him. but you'd never guess who-Old Hickory
Ellns!
snow" says he nailin Wcks by the collar, a want
to know just what sort of "a
That's far he got, though: for just then as he
gares around the room them cutsteel eyes of his light
on me- standn there ookin foolish and tryn to unite
the puckern string of that blamed Mighty.
SWELL I'll be eternaly crsped!' he gaspS out. "YOu.'
"Uh-huh,7 says 1, GRIMM in spite of myself.
"And what in the of the bthering blazes, says
he, might you be doing here?'
"Aconitin the altar" says |.
"Wha-a-at?' he snorts
well, somethin' like that" says I. "Only I've
signed quit finds it's bunk frame-up and
that the Priestess Zapra was only Madam Lecour."
"Oh!" he sneers "Then you acquainted with one
of this precious pair of swindlers, your"
"Ah, say, Mr. Ellins,' says |, "don't go drawn it
too strong on Madam Lecour. She's old boardin
house friend of mine that's always done straight palm
readin until she dragged into this priestess stunt
by Hubby, here
@If Mr.. Ellins will grant me but moment" breaks
in Wicks, II shall endeavor to explain
"Say, I've heard too much from you already, snaps
Old Hickory, @and you couldn't tell the truth if you
tried, anyway. l prefer to listen to Torchy. Come
young man, get out of that fancy dress kimono and
trot along with mel
"Sure,' says |.
an case of any dissatisfaction, says the professor
Il ready to return your subscription, Sir:
"More fool you, them" says Mr.. Elins. I'D advise
you to invest that hundred in railroad tickets and
'em mighty quick Come along, Torchy.'
That's the game old sport he is He'd been stung
good and plenty, and he'd been about it; but
soon as I'd given him the whole story about Madam
Lecour he just grins.
"Well,7 says he, "as source of hot weather amuse
ment it almost worth the price. Anyway, guess
of us afford to squeal7
"But, say, Mr.. Elns," says l. parts at the
corner (which it he got you on the scheme for
restorn the temple or the goldbrick propositions"
"See here, Son." says Old Hickory, pattin me heavy
on the back, "lets you and not ask each other any
embarrassing questions. What we want to do now IS to
forget.
tell me how this is dull town. at any time of year.