Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-12-17

you might acknowledge your
-er-rnistake, and assure him
that he has the entire freedom
of the Offices.
III YOU say so, says |, "I1l
take the gate off the hinges.
! !
A NYWAY, if queerin' my
\ self all round was what I'd
tried for. I'd made good start
And somehow it struck me I'd
sort of overdone it in spots
Not that | deep IN
love with my job | wanted to
marry it. or have it chained to ~
me for life; but didn't want
!. |.
to chuck it away foolish, either
So | hands Tagasaki the &
best apology I've got in stock, !" %
holds the gate wide open for -,
him, and invites him to make ~ EN6
himself at home anywhere in
the shop. 1t came hard
ANYTHING | ever did, too, even
though \kki don't try to rub ~
it in. He says it's perfectly all
right between us, and that he
didn't mind my playful little
ways one bit; and all the while
he wears that unconvincin Jap
smile which reminds me of the 81
friendly expression a fox terrier ~
shoots at cat he's got in
corner
Nikki amt bashful about 9@'70~
acceptn the freedom of the
gen'ra offices, either. From oquintin 81
that on he comes and goes as
easy as if he'd been a fire in
spector, or one of the board
of directors; strollin' into Mr.. Roberts room any
of day, Struttin' round watchn the typsts work
ettin' Pidde show him all the sights, from the
index cases to the big safes Piddie, he'd heard
Baron rurnor about Nikk and he almost break
neck doin' the hunky act for him.
Meantime the general freshness towards me
melt any. Instead of that the cold wave seemed t
in harder. Mr. Robert don't stop at my desk any
to work off one of his gags, Old Hickory gives mt
cold eye as he pads by, and by the looks | get
Piddie you'd thought l was inhabitin' one of the
demned cells up at Sing Sing. Honest, things was
tin so chilly around there l almost felt like | ne
mittens and earrnuffs durin office hours.
And then for final touch of gloom, this Go
party shows up.
r and what he IS aMr. Googan, says he. lis a
expert from Philadelphia branch. He is prep
a special statement for the annual meeting. You
that he is supplied with anything he wishes, anc
will answer any questions he may ask YOU
Suppose he calls for plate of hot fudge and v
to know why duck can't play the 1ute?' says |.
That is quite enough agf young mani says Pi
ooh. slap" says l. @Take that. and that"
Followin' which, looks Mr.. Googan over cul
race track booky on his Sunday off. He wears a
brown lid SO fuzzy it would purr if you stroked it
one of these horse blanket checked suits that lo
like it had been marked out for a tennis court.
outdoors complexion don't fit the description 0
job. either; but maybe they're so crowded for
room in Quayville that they use the open lots.
Anyway carted ink and pens and paste over to
and had some bond cases brought in. and made
real comfy. They set his desk PUNK in the midc
the front Office, which struck me funny at the
Next l noticed that every time l glanced his wa,
stead of havin' his shoulders bumped over the bl
and his nose in the cases, he squintin seuthy
the shop, Centrally in my direction. And with t
rigs up little pocket mirror so | could keep tai
him without him gettin' wise.
Must have been couple of hours, too before
sense enough to look at his hoOfs But there they
reg'lar, wide toed, rubber heeled pavement pour
such as every cop, or anybody that's ever been o
force. always And the minute l spots 'em
GOOqan manned Bond exnert nOthin'I He was I