Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-10-20

| room upstairs. Uncle Jed Allardyce, Judge
Oliver, several young men in evening clothes,
passed noiselessly in and came out again
looking unaccountably sad. Now and then
a harsh, snarling voice could be heard within
inquiring, "Now amt that the limit"
8Somebody will have to go out and look
for him." said Mrs. Oliver in scared voice
to Sid Barker, who went secretly among the
ushers gathering recruits. Softly like con-
spirators several young men stepped out into
the moonlit road.
"The last they heard of him he was going
to a Chink florists farm near the county
road" said he they called Pinky.
wed better take Bob's runabout: it's
faster, someone suggested. Il know where
the Chink's place is, and"
whats that?" Ten or twelve young
strained attention. A vehicle was racing
down the road to tenuous wailing of whoa
up! Whoa up!" Nearer and nearer it came,
till finally racing toward the house the we'd
ding guests beheld marvel,-a empty
blackboard borne by foamy steed through
the startled night. But what was that,
brute or human, that bestrode the chargers
neck like an animated ScarecrOw, gaSplng,
@Stop, Hossee'?
In brief, it was Bung. And as Sid Barker
rushed to the FORE seized the animals bit,
and stopped farther progress, the phantom
rider loosed his hold and Topped to the road
with grunt of intense satisfaction. He lay
perfectly still, his yellow face turned toward
the moon.
Sid Barker leaned over the PROSTATE
Chinaman. ats Bung!" he whispered. 1.-THE
man we're lookin' for! And, for the love O
Mike, he's GOT
Hello! 1 come see weddee blowout" sud-
denly upspake Bung.
"You darn near saw blowup," said Sid
harshly. "Come into the house here!'
Three or four white-gloved hands were
laid upon the battered Chinaman as he was
led as quietly as possible to a side door and
upstairs to the fateful bedroom. And this is
what Bung saw as he entered that chamber:
Tommy Oliver, his eyes wild, his hair
disheveled, attempting to struggle into
pair of dress trousers that were obviously
several sizes too small for him; several young
men, partly clad, desperately offering waist
coats shoes, and sleeve links; Judge Oliver
pacing back and forth excitedly, saying, BE
calm!' to everyone who came in. AS Bung
entered Tommy paused in one-leg-i and
one-leg-out attitude and glared at his yellow
slave.
"Bung!" he Numbered. "Why in blazes
did you put on my dress Clothes?"
II put on?" inquired the puzzled Bung,
C11thlilS III iuS SOllCd IlICly.
aye GODS look at 'em! Mud up to the
middle and milk down to the waist! Who
told you to put my suit on?"
Il solly, Lii Boss You tellee me, Go
top,see, put on dless suit 60. l do"
a told you to put on my old suit at the
head of the stairs Holy hickory! It's
nearly midnight, and no clothes to fit me in
the whole place. What am l going to be
married in, bathrobe?"
Sid Barker rushed in, dragging large
young man by the arm. Here's Bill Hen
derson. He's just your size, and willing to
lend his, said Sid triumphantly.
There was rapid change act on the spot.
In an incredibly short time the crowd was
advancing toward the stairway with the
more or less happy bridegroom in the van.
AS Tommy passed, Bung, who had shed
his borrowed finery and stood in a pair of
pajamas and dust coat that servant had
lent him, held out the jade statue of Ho Gee.
"You take him TO good luck husband!"
pleaded Bung; but Tommy merely scowled
and passed on to the important business be-
low.
A VAST silence fell over the throng down.
IA stairs. Trusting in the diverted atten-
ton, Bung put the Ho Gee under his arm