Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-21
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR MAY FL. 1911

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or no Count, I'm goin' to push to the front.
ooh you Miss Vee!S 1 megaphones
through my hands, just as enthusiastic as
anybody on the pier.
About the third call catches her ear. She
sort of starts and gazes at the crowd kind of
puzzled There's such a mob, though she
don't pick me out. l could see her turn to
Marjorie and say something, and then gets
wise to the fact that the four-eyed gent with
the bristly hair and the half gray set of
Shawn brush mustaches, standin next to
Marjorie, was one of their party. Miss Wee
leans over and passes along some remark to
him, and he shrugs his shoulders and says
something that makes 'em both laugh.
"If that's the Count, thinks l, "he's
punk specimen"
A COUPLE of minutes later the boat
= comes alongside and the passengers
break away from the rail to get in line for
the ganqpiank. As I'm there to welcome
Miss Marjorie Ellins, has to post myself
near the E section, and inside of fifteen min
utes she's all through havin' her suitcase
and steamer trunk paved over, leavln the
hold baggage to be claimed later, and we
streams out to where l had a cab waltln.
as it all aboard, Miss Marjorie?" says |:
@Not vet saws she. "You see, I've asked
Wee to come home with me for dinner-the
girl met on the steamer. You don't mind
waiting, do your"
Did 1? Say, nobody would suspect it, I
guess. by the grin had on when she and
Aunty and the four-eyed party comes trailin'
out.
3Say, Miss Marjorie" says 1, ais that
Count Schtitzenbund?'
@Schlegelhessen,' says Marjorie, 3and he's
a perfect"
Eyes, I've heard he was says I. Little
antique, though, amt hep
HWhy, he isn't forty!" says Marjorie.
sand he's just too"
There want time for any more bouquets,
though; for the trio was too close. Must
have been some of surprise for Wee to see
me waitin' there, and for bit she don't
seem to make out just who it is. That only
lasts second, though. Then them gray
eyes of hers lights up, and them red lips
curls into smile, and she holds out both
hands in that quick way of hers.
3Why, it's Torchy, isn't it?' says she, half
laughin'.
@Uh-huh." says 1. lettin' the grin spread
wider. 1Can't shake the name or the hair
1Neyer try says she. 3Look, Aunty,
here's Torchy!"
IOrcny! says the VIDE OLD girl, IN
spectin me doubtful through her lorgnette.
why. Verona, don't remember"
ooh, yes, you do, Aunty," says Miss Wee.
anyway, I've told you about him, and it's
SO jolly to have some one TO meet US. Thank
you, Torchy. Now let's see, Marjorie, how
do we divide up? Aunty goes to her hotel,
and-and where do you go, COUNT"
1Me, | am-what you call-perplex,
says the Count. and he sure looked it.
aBut where the young ladies go, there l will
follow. Heinz"
HE shrugs his shoulders again and puts on
: such comical face that it's no wonder
the girls giggled. And that one act maps
out the Count for me. He's just one of
them middle aged cut-ups that's amusin'
to have around, if the sessions amt too fire.
quent. Follow the young ladies, would he?
Say, there was only three inside seats to my
taxi, and hadn't planned on ridin' with the
driver.
@Lemme fix that for you. Count" says I.
3Hey, Cabby!' and l whistles up a second
taxi. whats the number, Ma amp" l asks
of Aunty. ooh, Perzazzer Hotel. Get that,
Mr.. Shutter? Here you are, Count, right
in here!"
@But is it that-er-the young ladies, you
see, he protests. II hat promise myself the
pleasure to"
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