Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-03-10

To his anazement he found that the not
in his inside pocket where he had placed In
returning to the office he had carried the coat on his arm
and probably lost the pocketbook in this way. He
searched through all his pockets grew slightly excited
for several reasons and about to start out and look
for it when his stenographer told him that young
woman wished to him.
Find out who she is, Blub snapped GROSSLY, aggra
waited by his loss Presently his stenographer returned
with card. 1t bore the name Miss Rose Standish.
Heavens and earth!' exclaimed Blub. Rosie has
arrived! Show her in.
mir Daye?" the young woman inquired.
Blub answered her politely.
did you lose poCketbook2 the pretty girl asked,
somewhat embarrassed
Great scott Did you find it? lost a leather
folder with seventy dollars in it, together with
cards and tendollar check drawn to my order
WAS there anything else in it:
Anything else? Why lets see-there might have
been Oh, know, telegram. 1t was rather crazy
sounding one about treating Rosie and some ladies with
crooked feet"
Both burst into laughter, and the young woman
handed him his lost property
THANK you very much l certainly appreciate
your honesty" said the publicity
II thought it best to bring it myself so as to make
sure it reached its rightful owner"
1T was very kind of you, I'm sure. Now you take
this and 60 out and buy yourself motorcar and some
gasolene.' He offered her ten-dollar BILL
"Oh no, thank you'll l couldn't"
eyes please take it. Most people would have kept
the whole business.
1T is very kind of you but must decline. merely
came here to do what was right, not for reward.
well, here, wouldn't you like to go to the automo-
bile show tonight Let give you couple of passes.
Here bring down Sister and the babies 1t opens this
evening He thrust two passes into her neatly goved
hand and thanked her again, and the blushng golden
haired maiden departed.
THAT is luck! Blub remarked. Mrs. D1ogenes,
honest woman, at last!
THE Grand Central Palace that evening radiant
with mvriads of electric lights and dozens of bright
colored motorcars. A throng of motor enthusiasts
swarmed into the place. Statesmen throughout the
house talking volumes to prospective customers
make excelled all Others.
Bub, at the liz car BOOTH apparently the busiest
at the show. His attractive occupation super
vsing the distribution of liz souvenirs and he was kept
on the jump, pnnng pink carnations with long streamers
of satin ribbon the fair callers Each streamer had
the word zz stamped on it in dan ANDY were not
woman who was not decorated with one wanted to find
the liz booth and find it quickly, and the result of
Bulbs idea that the liz decorated with cham
payne bottles, caused comment than any other
make exhibited.
As for Blub himself he nearly pestered to death
BY the INQUIRIES of his friends who sought information
regarding those clubooted ladies. He teased and
teased. He had sent the message back to the tele
graph Office with request that it be corrected but
had not gained any satisfaction, and he made up his
mind simply wait until President Somers arrived.
oh Bub, have some space to fill Let me have
story, newspaper man interrupted, as he was in
dustrously pinnng spicy pink cunning little girl
oh yes, just second and I'll be with you" A most
remarkable characteristic of Blub Daye that he
never known to fail with story. He seemed to have
an lneXnauStlDle supply OF and dope tnaC
made good reading and likewise advertised his car.
Johnny, old sport you say that President Somers of
the liz Car Company has just returned from hunting
trip to Lake Smiama and is his way to the
mobile show Where's the lake? Oh, that's immaterial
He went in of the latest liz models to test it
and found the ducks at Lake Slmjama more plentiful
than before. The party spent weeks shooting
and shot many ducks that when they all fell into
the water they dried it up, and now there isn't any
more lake. You can make column and quarter of
that, John" Then Blub pricked up his ears, and he
heard someone say, "Oh, Rosie, look here!"
W1ELL, wouldn't that jam your clutch?" exclaimed
w Daye This Rosie addressed by her companion
he ,clno hid