The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1912-09-13
Copyright by George n. B~roadhurst.

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"of curse they will Doctor. let ms
introduce Mr.. Garrison ana Mi. san.
derSon. This is Dr. Wuodhurst."
Or. Woodhurst bowed. then asked
Mrs. Darlington:
My son is in the house. | believer
Yes"
"fhen. if YOU viii excuse me-
IN 90 With YOU" she said.
Thank YOU"
SanderSon turned to Garrison and
said rehectiveIy:
The automobile versus the horse and
the ady-undecilc1, 1t looks like a
pretty contest ana for Il mighty biz
stake"
Each looked the other sGuarely in
the eyes.
Garrison reached out his hand and
said.
II like you. ~Sanderson. Win or lose.
there'lI be no hard feelings. | hope"
Sanderson returned the hearty .rasp.
None he said.
Both stood for a NJ strangely
silent. Their musings were interrupt-
ed by IIortense coming toward them
across the lawn and asking:
Excuse me, but has either of YOU
gentlemen seen Miss Myrtle's handker-
chief"
I've not answered Garrison.
she says she certainly left il out
here
Shall We go in" asked Garrison.
Sanderson assented, and they enter
ed the door together.
ltumming a music hall air, Hortense
continued her search. She was re-
Warded by finding the handkerchief
behind n bench. AS she looked M
from the ground her eyes fell upon
what she considered at first an appari-
ton. Before her stood an immacn-
lately dressed young colored man. His
sun was ultra in checks and gorgeous
cut. Gorgeous dove colored spats peep.
ed out from underneath his cuffed and
creased trousers. His patent leather
SHOES were as glossy as the diamond
IN his tie. The hatband was of a pat
tern that you could hear before Won
saw 1t. His teeth elinched a big black
clgar. Near him stood a six foot
darby. who watched every move he
made. Hortense stood transfixed.
Look at dat, Look at dat" she
cried.
Is dis de place where Mrs. Barring
ton lives?' asked Hortense's hypno-
tier, very quietly and very much
bored, as if accustomed to adulation.
"la-as. sir"
Tell her dat Chappy Raster wants
to see her"
"Chappy Raster. Der-der-jockey:,
easped Hortense.
Oats me-" grinned Chappy.
on. Mr.. Raster, Dat | should live
TO see dis day. Might | shake hands
wild YOU, Mr.. Raster:" she requested.
after Il pause.
Chappy languidly extended his EN-
on colored gloved hand. Hortense seiz-
ed 1t tlmidly and gave it a faint shake.
Looking at her hand with admiration,
she exclaimed:
ON. Mr.. Raster, when de odder col
ored ladies find out Then, noticing
for the first time his companion. she
exclaimed, WHO am dat gen'leman?"
Dat amt no gentleman. Dat my
valet he answered. calling Johnson
Johnson responded Vas, sir and
stepped quickly to his side.
"Dere am some dust on my SHOE"
Chappy admonished.
Vas. sir" murmured the valet. OBJ
Scquiously. as he pulled n bandanna
handkerchief from his pocket and in
duStriously brushed his masters boots.
As he did so Chappy tapped him on the
shoulder, murmurins, Beat it." Hand
ing him his cigar, which the valet be-
gan to puff With gusto, Chappy stepped
away from the staring man and threw
open his coat To display a Respondent
waistcoat. gold buttoned and orna-
mcnted with a huge fob.
"Ol. Nj. Raster. o am certainly de
Wonderfulest man. ls-is-you goin' to
ride down here, Mr.. liastcr?" said IIor-
tense. recovering her breath.
'loull see" Chappy was cnismat-
zeal
~ YOU does, Mr.. Raster. | certainly
will place cherry dollar ! has on your
mount Woli't play him for place or
show either No, sir. III play your
mount % win. Mr.. Raster ehery time"
TEL Mrs, harrington I'm here. or.
derrl ,llnppN.
Mrs Darlington was greatly pcrt0rh
oh whom she heard fruu Hnrtau.. thut
GharpN iiuater bad come To- the house,
She wa afraid That SOME OF her guests
might SEE aud recognize him. Her
greatest fcnf NuN that lie might en
counter nr. Nnodhnrs,. who. Ia lis
laundering fashion, was sure To get