Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-12-31


tommyrot most of it was and sayin' how dreadful it
must be for Mr.. and Mrs Twombley Crane, and askn'
me If there want any way to put stop to it.
Well as | say, ruShin 42d-St, so busy
that | near missed seem him altogether. Guess [
would, that, if he hadn't swung around short right
ahead of me and lodged into cigar store doorway
with his KIT bags sudden that of em takes
whack in the shin.
"Don't mind me, says 1. walk right through next
time"
"uh!" he grunts pettish, scowln his shoulder.
And then seem who is he sings out CASUAL "Oh say!
That you, McCabe?"
"Well, I'll be ding swizzled!" says 1. @Twombley
Tati"
"S-s-s-sh! Confound it!' says he, you'll have
crowd around"
say, you don't think you're in disguise, do you, with
them en-, initials on your baggage?'
@Oh darn" says Twombey II thought of
that was hoping to slip away during the rush hour,
too You don't think the reporters will be there now,
do your
@Oh no. says 1; mot more'n a dozen or So Be
there? Why there's been battery of snapshot artists
cunning for you all the week. Say you amt posted
your own case. Don't you read the papers?s
II do noti' snaps Twombley savage. Il never want
to see another newspaper long live. And for
reporters-do you know how had to leave the house
this afternoon?'
an an ashcan, eh?" says l, chucklin'
almost as bad, says he. "Over the back yard fence
and through the basement of beastly apartment house
Through the basement, mind you, smelly janitors
quarters, and all that! My world"
Don't make me shiver," says l. II don't see how
you stood it. But what now? Coin to the inter-
@f another reporter dares accos me-, says Twombey
shuttn his jaw hard Il shall chastse him on the
spot7
Looked almost fierce, Twombley did, as a young
lady school teacher reprovin the primary class. He's
about as husky you know, split bamboo fshin
rod; and them long, slim, double octave fingers of his
and the SOFT gry features, don't make him look for
blddn But there was lot of fire in the dark brown
eyes, just the same and with that peevsh temper there
was no telln what he might start to do.
"Chastise nothin'!' says L. you'd have your hands
full, Son, in about minute. Them reporters amt
GuSsle boys you know. Besides, fool break like that
would keep EN- in copy for week; and you'd look
nice, wouldn't you in police with your features
all mussed up, and Uncle comm to bail you out, and
it, ~ ''' assault anu 0A''e'y program o'''n
@But what can do, McCabe?" says he
"Where's your MANI" says |.
Oh, sent Judson out the front way, to throw them
OFT, says Twombley. Hes to meet the train
4Goin to skip, chs says l. well, if you don't want
press gallery travelling along with you, you'd better
plan it dffrent. And first off you want to cover up
them initials. Here, back to my studio until
we dope something out"
"All right says Twombey. "You take the bags"
MO, it wa mt case of brassy nerve: it's Just Twom-
~ bleys way. He's been used to bossin' everyone
In sight and havn funky jump every time he lifts
finger, that 1T comes natural So it would yo maybe,
II you'd started life as "fOurmillion- dollar baby"
That's what Twombley was known as when he was kid
they Mother and father lost in yacht across
somewhere, when he year old; and mother being
sister of Twombey Cranes, had some pile to leave not
to mention what TAFT had.
Also how would you expect a boy to be brought up
with uncle like that guardian? Not that I'm
slamnin Twombley Crane any, He's all right in his
but he does bank lot bein who he is and
if you're lookin for sample of what plays himself
strong for the real upper crust of the American
pie, you want to take look at him. Course, Mrs.
Twombley Cranes diff rent,-that is, much she
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