Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-07

severely. THE 'andle OF that teapot as
came right away In me and. II must
won't get no tea now. wot's more. that
teapot will ave to come of the in
vent"
BY this time Mrs Lance Gaymer. with
dumb but frenzied signalings. was herd
ing her censorious hireiing through the
door. and his concluding remarks were
| lost in the passage outside.
Presently she returned, smiling bf4vely
Hughie experienced . sudden pang OF
II REILLY must spoiogfze|" she began
But Hughie interrupted her. He rose
and looked her frankly In the face.
Mrs. Gaymer.' he said. please don't
me. 1 never cared . hang about them
and never shall. Tell me, what are you
doing with a bailiff In the house?"
Mrs. Lance broke down and cried-more
emily Hughie much to his surprise. found
himself sitting beside her. patting her
large but shapely hand. and uttering
words OF comfort and announcement into
her ear.
Half an hour later he concluded an in
terview with Mr.. Albert Mould. brokers'
man-late James. the butler-in the dingy
tleman. the more gorgeous items OF his
apparel now replaced by garments OF
equal social standing with his boots and
trousers. was laboriousiy writing q re-
ceipt with Hughes fountain pen. follow
ing the movements Of the nib with the
end OF a protruding tongue. Presently he
finished.
There you are. SIR he said. breathing
heavily upon the paper to dry the ink.
VOW Wsst beats sen hit added thank
flectively. lis 'ow you spotted me. What
was it give me away? Seems to me
looked all right. was wearin' the young
feller's evenin' coat and one OF is shirts,
and 1 thought was lookin' q treat al the
time. Was it me trousis?'
To avoid wounding his guests feelings,
Hughie agreed that it was his trousis.
It's a queer trade, this Of yours he
said.
"You got to earn a livin' SOMEHOW" said
Mr.. Mould, alphabetically, same as any
other newman bean. It's not q bad Job.
as jobs go. They carry on q lot, o
course. when you're first put in. and usu-
ally the wife cries: but they soon f1nds
makes your inventory and settles down In
the kitching, with q pint O. something in
your and an pipe in your face. and in
less than 'alf tick you're one O. the
the baby afore now
Don't you ever get thrown out?"
asked Hughie.
II ave bin" replied Mr. Mould, in a
tune WHICH gently TepTOFcO the taCtle6S-
ness OF the question, 'but not often. After
all, only come in aSin: and it's Q matter
Of seven days for assault. p'raps, on top
o. the distraint. Most Of 'em as the
sense to remember that. so they humors
me, as it were. They speak me fair. and
give me jobs to do about the house. STILL
it were bit Of a surprise when 'er lady
ship comes 'ome today about O'Clock
and asks me would 'arf-a-crown be any
good to me. and. il SO. would 1 mind
| two. I felt fool, like, dressed up that
| way, but I always was one to Obiige q
bit o skirt. Been weak with women"
he added. autobiographically. ''from q
the street door and sped the parting guest
in particularly acceptable manner.
| Thank you. captain! Good day."
He shuffied down the steps and along
| the street, obviously on his way to liqui-
| date Hughes half-crown. and the donor
Of that gratuity returned to the dining
room, where he took Mr.. Mould's labor
| iously indited receipt from the table.
Then he went upstairs, feeling desperate
ly sorry for Mr.. and Mrs. Lance. He had
done what he could for them in his emf
| nently practical fashion. and set them
on their feet again; but-fOr how long?
Debts! Miilstones! Poor things:
On the landing above he encountered
Lance would like to see you now" she
said. "In here.' She opened a door.
| "And-and-I say" she added, half in .
| whisper. surely you don't mean to say
he's been and gawn."
For answer Hughie awkwardly handed
her the stamped receipt and passed into
| the bedroom.
His interview with Lance lasted an hour
and half. Much passed between them
during that period. and by the time
Hughie rose and said he must be going.
each man had entirely revised his opinion
OF the other. Most Of us have the right
stuff concealed in US somewhere. how
ever heavily it may be overlaid by folly.
or vanity, or desire to make a show.
There are few men who do not improve
on acquaintance, once you get right
through the veneer.
Go be continued tomorrow