Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-06-21
t5atu&f2d He Short Story
BricRdust Row
BY o. Henry.
Illustrated Especially for This News
naner by Dan Save GrOesbeck.


paper by Dan Sayre GrOesbeck.
copyright by Doubleday Page & Co.
Blinker was displeased. A man Of
less culture and poise and wealth
would have sworn. But Blinler al
ways remembered that he was
gentleman-a thing that no gentleman
should do. So he merely looked bored
while he rode IN a hanson to the
centre of disturbance, which was the
Broadway Office of Lawyer oldport
agent for the Blinker estate.
Il don't see" said Blinker. why !
should be always signing COMPOUNDED
papers. I am packed, and was to
have left for the North Woods this
morning Now I must wait until to-
morrow. / hate night trains. My best
razors are. of course, at the bottom
OF some unidentifiable trunk. It is a
plot to drive me to bay rum and
monologueing barber, Give me a pen
that doesn't scratch. hate pens that
scratch
Sit down. said double-ehinned,
gray Lawyer Oldport. THE worst
has not been told you. Oh. the hard
ships of the rich! The papers are not
yet ready to sign. They will be laid
before you tomorrow at IL. You will
miss another day Twice shall the
barber tweak the helpless nose of a
Blinker. Be thankful that your sor-
rows do not embrace a haircut"
If" said Blinker rising. the act
did not involve more signing of papers
I would take my business out of your
hands at once. Give me cigar
please
IF" said Lawyer Oldport, II had
cared to see an old friends son
gulped down at one mouthful by
sharks l would have ordered you to
take it away long ago. Now, let's
quit fooling, Alexander. Besides the
grinding task of signing your name
some thirty times tomorrow, ] must
impose upon YOU the consideration of
a matter of business-of business, and
/ may say humanity or right. | spoke
To you about this five years ago, but
you would not listen-you were in a
hurry for coaching trip, ] think
The subject has come up again. The
property
"oh property" interrupted Blinker. |
Dear Mr. Oldport. | think you men =
toned tomorrow. Let's have 1t all at
one dose tomorrow-signatu and |
property and snappy rubber bands ,
and that smelly sealinc-waX aud all. |
Have luncheon with me? Well, I'll
try to remember to drop in at II to-
morrow. Morning."
The Blinker wealth was in lands,
tenements and heridataments, as the
legal phrase goes. Lawyer Oldport
had once taken Alexander in his little
pulmonary gasoline runa bout to see
the many buildings and rows of build
ings that he owned in the city. For
Alexander was sole heir They had
amused Blinker very much. The
houses looked so incapable of produc-
ing the big sums of money that Law
yer Oldport kept piling up in banks
for him to spend.
In the evening Biinker went to one
OF his clubs, intending to dine No
body was there except some old fogies
playing whist. Everybody was out of
town. But here he was kept in like
a schoolboy to write his name over
and over on pieces of paper His
wounds were deep.
Bhnker turned his back on the
fogies. and said to the club steward
who had come forward with some
nonsense about cold fresh salmon
roe:
iSymons. I'm going to Coney
Island" He said it as one might
say. "AIls off: I'm going to jump
into the river.
The joke pleased Symons. He
laughed within a sixteenth of a note
Of the audibility permitted by the
laws governing employees.
"Certainly. sir" he Uttered "Of
course. sir, I think l can see YOU at
Coney, Mr.. Blinker.'
Blinker got a paper and looked up
the movements of Sunday steam
boats Then he found cab at the
first corner and drove to North
river pier. He stood in line, as demo-