Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-08-03
C.. N. AND A. NJ. WILLIAMSON
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except the black cookSDiclt' and Dicks aA-
sistant.
Bill, / can't stand this any longer I
shall have to work or steal-anythlnS but
borrow more-until l can touch my
money! Loveland broke out, when
Blinkey had disappeared behind the red
curtain and was being harangued in the
distance by big Dick.
ut amt easy to do elther III New
York. said Bill, luildty.
ITO think of my being practically re-
duced to starvation and nakedness. with
q letter of credit for q hundred and h1ty
pounds in my pocket!' Eeoaned Val DO
YOU think old Alexander would advance
me anything if ! told INm my whole
story?"
"Oh. ] guess I wouldnt>Aten him the
story Bill advised, hastily.
why not
I'm England such fellow oonld only
get at me at all through my servaInts'
"I-supposc So agreed Bill, gently.
But this amt England"
II should think it wasn't, worse INck
You do have bad luck said Bill. But
'twouldn't change it If YOU asked Ala
ander for loan on that letter OF credil
If he said anything fit for publication ned
only say if the bank wouldn't accommo-
date you he wouldn't and what the
dickens did you take him for? When |
want a quarter before it's due. it's like
gettin' milk out of a corkscrew; and the
one thing lie thinks of is whether snail
get run over by an automobile before L
work out the money next morning. Oh,
l know Alexander"
What's pa been up to now pertly de-
manded the voice of pas fair daughter.
Isidora had come in while the two were
so deeply occupied in conversation and
the dregs in their coffee cups that they
had not seen her lift the curtain.
Since the day of her first Introduction to
p. Gordon she had not appeared at this
early hour of the morning. Her father
was generally at his post. and when he
was there Isidora was supposed to exist
not for use but for ornament. However.
she knew that Alexander was now repos-
ing after last nights eloduence, and she
had taken advantage of his absence This
time she was not in wrapper and curling
pins. She had dressed herself with great
care for the day. having learned from the
hired girl that Bill Vikings swell
friend had come in with him.
What's pa been up to now, l say?
she asked again, before the startled and
mortified Bill could answer.
"Oh, nothing" replied the artist, apollo
getically. I'VE was just talkin.''
II was wondering if he would advance
me anything, enough to get back to Eng
land with-on my letter of credit Love
land frankly explained.
Isidoras eyes diated at Walls sugges-
ton of going back to England. 1t had not
occurred to her, facts being as stated in
the newspapers, that he would wish to re-
turn to his own country; and as, fortu-
nateIy, after the first sensational para
graphs, his affairs had been crowded out
of public interest by various startling
events of far greater Importance, she had
thought that he would be thankful to
worry along as he was
Get back to England she echoed,
blankly.
at seems the one thing to do now, if l
weren't kept here by the lack of few
wretched sovereigns,' said Loveland. IF
your father would trust me"
''Oh. he wouldn't!'' Isidora fastened to
| put that idea out of P. Gordon's mind.
once and forever. He never trusted any
body yet, and he wouldn't begin with you.
| Why, he says his success in life comes
| from never believin' anybody but himself.
| If a man tells him it's nice day he goes
| to the window and peeks out before takin'
| walk without his umbrella. And he'd
think twas like takin' walk In his best
| clothes when it rained cats and dogs to
| lend a furriner money
ION a letter of credit?'
PA perfectly despises that word
| credit
Loveland gave up hope Of winning con-
| fdence and obtaining dollars from Alex
ander the Great. This state Of things is
! enough to make man blow his brains
| outr' he exclaimed.
| II guess you need your brains now more
| than you ever did," suggested Bill. And
| you couldn't git 'em put back where they
| belonged, if everything come right direct
| ly they was out. What l think Of when
them ideas get to workin' in my head, is
dead, whether you're suited or not. It's
a lot easier to pawn your dress clothes
/ and see what turns up
| ITO be continued tomorrow