Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-09-24

Were the pictures good?"
"They don't have pictures at the Grand
"Oh-h," The manicurcs violet eyes opened wide.
"Louis-you drank something! What it,"
"Chquot! That's my favorite brand"
Miss Harris saved herself from fantng; then after
moment said "Mavbe You'll take somewhere to-
night. We haven't been out together for the longest
time"
Lets see: this is Cross night at the NIaccabees.
isn't it,? Mitchell gloated in his revenge. Sorry but
I'll probably have to entertain customers for
the firm.
AT the Office things went most pleasantly for the
few weeks. All the railroad business came Conner &
Nlathison the clerks began to treat Mitchell if he
were equal even Gross lost his patronizng air and
became openly hateful; while Murphy no longer
called him Misterincreased his expense account and
confdcd some of his family affairs the young man.
Mr. Conner the senior partner, began nod famiarlv
he passed.
Nor were Louis customers all so eccentric as Miss
Dunlap. Phoebe Snow, for instance very easy to
entertain, and the Northwestern took his custody
like hungry urchin to barbecue. He gave them each
night and in a short time all his evenings taken;
so he saw less and less of Miss Harris. But although he
and his manicure becoming strangers he soon began
to call the walters Rectors by their given names and
a number of the most prominent cab drivers recognized
him openly
nNE morning as he slid into his desk chair an hour
- late, usual Mr.. Conner bowed to him. not only
Familiarity, but sarcastically, and then invited him
step into his private office and if he could locate the
center of the carpet. 1t a geometrical task that
Louis had been wishing to try for sometime.
The senior partner began deliberately Il notice you're
not getting down until nine o'clock, Mr.. Mitchell Is
your automobile out of ordero"
Il have automobile, Mr. Conner" the youth re-
piled respectfully.
mo? I'm surprised! Well, if eight sharp is early,
you may get your time.
Mitchell tried his best to appear disconnected. "You
know I'm busy every evening with my trade.
Nonsense! I've you out with different dress
maker every night I've dned down town
"Those not dressmakers: they are stenographers
from the railroad offices. I'm sorry you re not salts
fed with me- but I'm glad you called in, for I've
meant to speak to you about this very thing. You
see, | have practically all the railroad business in
the city, and it takes altogether too much of my
time keeping it lined up. I'll quit Saturday night, if
convenient.
Mr. Conner grunted like a man who had stepped off a
flight of stairs step Il didn't know it was
business. OF course, you needn't quit-exactly-"
I'm afraid I'll have to- Mitchell dropped his eyes
demurely "Pve had number of offers, and in justice
to myself"
Golfers! How mucha"
Zone hundred month and expenses
Mr. Conner removed his glasses, polished them
fully; then, readjusting them leaned forward and
looked the young man over from head to foot as if he
had never before seen than his
vague outlines.
"Um-m! You're nineteen years
n old, believer
"Yes Sir"
\ " $50 it would seem. Now you go
p VI back to your desk and send Mr.
Murphy here. III let you know
:. shortly whether Saturday night
l. IN this will be convenient"
WA 1t perhaps half-hour after
- I'M ward that Mr. Conner again called