The Washington herald., 1913-11-02

blS HiiusI OF tnlnBS, ene Su6SeSteu.
''Um. O'MaIley gave me this letter Of
introduction" Brian fished a large en-
velope from his inner pocket said 1t
was to a real N Yorker-a fella be-
longing to a Knickerbocker family so
old II considers the Vanderbilts vulgar
tradespeople; said that II 1 ever got
skinned in any sort Of a blk I could
go round to this keen young guy and
he'd pull me out Nice OF him, wasn't
it?"
"It certainly was" agreed Betsy. She
opened the flap of the envelope and
read:
Dear Dyckman:
This is to introduce Mr. Brian Boru
Blaney, who has come, for the first
time, to see the town. You'll be doing
a favor to your fathers old chum II
you take my young friend under your
wing now and then and steer him clear
OF any of your city's justly celebrated
pitfalls. With regards to your dad,
oBREY o'MALLEY.
Now you must present this letter as
soon as We get to New York." said
Betsy, in a slightly abashed tone.
Brian turned the envelope critically
in his hand, reading the address at
every conceivable angle.
''Mr. Dyckman wynkoop. 1S IL WASH
ington Square" he read aloud; then
added: That amt a name; it's label
on an imported cheese
Just the same, Brian was impressed,
and was discovered gazing disgustedly
at his buttoned tan shoes at intervals
during the trip.
They were amid the horrific grandeurs
of the loyal Gorge, battling ground of
Titans (according to prospectus), when
an impertinent intrusion appeared in the
person OF G. Hunter McCosh, Sight-see-
ing passengers were assembled in the
observation car, huddled around each
window, to let no marvel pass. Roaring
through chasms smeasureless to man,
brow-beaten by Internal crags, the soft
coal smoke of the d. & R. G. locomo-
tive added that Stygian touch SO well
portrayed by the late Mr.. Dante. Some
passengers were regarding the Devils
Needle and saying "Ah"' Yet others
were looking at the far-piled Ogre's
Dungeon, and remarking OH" But
Brian and Betsy were looking into each
others eyes, and the latter was ex-
claiming, you dear old red-headed
proposition"
Just look at that" said a resonant
voice at their shoulders. Just look at
that"'
A large, horid elderly gentleman with
eyeglasses and a toothbrush mustache
spread over the bridal couple promi-
nent plaid suit in a pattern reminiscent
of the costume worn by George ~ while
shooting grouse on the Highland estate
of the Macintosh of Mackintosh.N He
fairly crowded in between them and
pointed out of the window. Behold yon
masterpiece of natures antic art, appal-
ling cataclysm of a planets dawn ne'er
Iimned by any human paint-brush, sir!
There they stand, sir! Rocks! Craggy
rocks! Fit for some race Of demi-
gods
"Jaggy rocks fit for some race Of
demijohns-I gocha," said Brian appre-
ciatively.
You may sing, young man." con-
tinued the eloquent stranger, of the
terrors of the boundless deep or the
wonders of the tropic night-but look
at those rocks By ginger, amt they
great?''
In the real-estate business?' inquired
Brian affably.
We'll, no-not exactly
II thought by the way you went at
u.s." continued the Little Booster, that
you were trying to sell US the Rocky
Mountains on the easy-payment PLAN"
''Ah, YOUTH rhapsodized the big one.
Youth will have its quip at the wisdom
of age. Youth and love, see you're
al I ftIr
a ravishing smile upon Betsy, that you
can spare your husband a moment"
Turning TO B.ian with a, suspiciously
glib motion of the thumb and forefnger.
Play cards, sir?"
Not with you,'' announced Brian.
looking the other coolly between the
eyes.
u trust I'm not making a nuisance Of
myself
Not yet" replied Brian, turning for
the first time in the direction of the
scenery. u
My name is McCosh-G. Hunter Nc
Gosh" said the fiorid person. still smil-
ing. ANY time you want to look me
up, I'm in Car g." He strobe jauntily
away
On, sugar Boy now Tuuc VI Sou-
Betsy chided, as soon as the other man
had gone.
Take it from me, Betsy" said Brian,
in rather a depressed tone, that old
guys phoney. l don't know what he's
got to sell, but bet he makes it in q
dark room. 1 wonder why he picked me
out?" He looked reflectively- at his
toes, and remembered the warning words
of O'Malley. "GawshI I wonder If he
saw my buttoned tans!"
The further they rushed Eastward.
the more earnestly Brian hated his shoes
as a recognized badge of Hickdom. He
did not look up Mr.. McCosh in Car 8,
but that thoughtful gentleman made oc.
casion to sit down next to Brian in the
buffet when the latter was enjoying a
solitary cigarette They were approach
ing Chicago at the time, and McCosh
sat pairing his broad 'finger-nails with a
pearl-handled knife.
"Try one of my perfectos," he said
suddenly, offering an ostsntatious roll
Of tinfoil.
Thanks; I never smoke" responded
Brian, taking fresh cigarette from his
box
Say, you're a cagey kid, all right"
laughed the big one, changing from the
grandiIoquent to the vernscular. His
eyes slanted and his weather-beaten