Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-10-27

reproduction in plain type but in any fortunately
overheard by nobody but himself while Robertson,
with shake of his head, resumed his reading.
prolonged silence followed, broken only by Deep
Sg hs the part of Nottingham, and whistles
snorts of amazement from the deeply absorbed
Robertson Finally the reading over, and the
young lawyer folding the typewriter copy, handed
it to Wintring ham without comment.
"We?' said Wintringham putting the manuscript
in l his pocket Ike: tr rs+ortoa Robertson thnt
too much of you Whit to be feeling particularly well
after reading that driveling idiocy.
81 don't mean that way, said W1ntrngham. II
want to know what YOU think.
I'm afraid you'd never speak again, old man.
if | told YOU, said Robertson. "Weve been friends
since boyhood; but if | were to give plain expression
to what think you for having written such maudn,
screamingly mushy bosh as that seriously to such
person Miss Myrtle Vynne the affection of
lifetime would be mperled"
go on, tell it, said Nottingham meekly. "You
can't put it too strong for me-"
"Wel, then, said Robertson, "do you remember what
old Governor Trustworthy said to his son when he
William p. Thaxter? He said to him, Bill, William P
Thaxter is more kinds of idiot than any man that
ever lived
Il recall the anecdote," said Wintringham
Good said Robertson. "The pertinence of that
story that the Governor would not have handed the
record to Thaxter if he'd known about you You've
got the hero of that little tale left the skinned
ninety-nine milestone mile for each one of those
blithering letters You ought to change your to
"A Noodle, Esq
But what am going to do?" whined Nottingham.
Il know I'm up against it, Tom, and don't need to be
told how many different kinds of I've made of
myself; but what am going to do, buy the letters
You may have to, said Robertson gravely, land
then again YOU maynt. These Sharpe Skinner peo-
pie the most accomplished aggregation of legal
talent in this special line since old Aaron Kemper
to the island and dsbarred. If there is any
thing the of polite blacknal that those fellows
don't know about is because they haven invented it
yet themselves, and you take it from that unless
genius the nature of a cOunterrT1tant
within the next days get you of this you
in for 4 particularly bad time
"Maybe | could get Miss Vynne to withdraw the
letters said Wintrngham desperately. I'll write to
her right off.
"Thereby increasing the epistolary odds against you
full one hundred retored Robertson. NO, Sir!
None of tha-that Is, If you want my advice. There's
nothing going do for you for the next few days
how but a deep and abysnal silence. Don't talk
yourSelf-See?
"But I've got to make some kind of answer to that
letter, haven't r. insisted Wintringham. "They
aren't the kind of people stand for any delays you
know.
Il know that mighty well, said Robertson, "and
going suggest that you would take my advice
IF III take your advice?" echoed Wntringham.
"Good Lord Tom. OF course I'll take it! l don't
what it s-Ill take it if it kills me. Fact is, if
you'll let me- II put the whole beastly business in your
hands"
"All right, said Robertson, rising. well take
first step right away. Come along down to my office
and We'll send them little typewrting own
count I'm hungry but lunch can wait.
THE two men left the classic shades of the Parnassus
Club hastily and taking subway express were
soon at Robertsons office on Wal-st,, whence IN