The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-08-13
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"And they're useless grumbled Van
Dyke, lust because the one fact We
need we haven't got"
You mean the Woman"
1.-The Woman's name. We can't get
any one to believe word of the story
without that. What time is it? Oh, ]
didn't notice the clock. The times
getting short-dangerously short, II
we want to get this story in any OF
tomorrow's papers we must have her
name mighty quick. AS it is, I'm
afraid it'll be too late for anything but
the last editions of the morning pa
pers What did the Associated Press
people say, when you-?"
Jennings promised to hold a wire
till the last minute. Better take the
story around to him and tell him tc
have it ready. He understands. But
be sure to tell him not to let 1t go till
I give the word. A false move just
now would be a boomerang that we
couldn't stand. Come back as soon as
you can. We may need you"
Van Dyke, pocketing the typewriter
sheets, departed on his mission; al.
most colliding at the door with Tom
Blake, who was coming in.
Hello, dad!" hailed Tom. Il just
dropped in on the way to the club to
say 'howdy' to Grace. Where is she?
Turned in?"
mo. Hasn't even got in. The
trains hours late. Washout on the
road somewhere. Mark telephoned UP
from the station. He's gone back
there They ought to be here any
time now Want to waltz"
I'm sleepy" yawned Tom. Gee,
but wish Grace would show up!"
$50 does Mark" answered Blake.
Then, after a moment, chuckle of
genuine amusement startled his son.
Whats the joker" asked Tom.
did miss it?"
Eyes, you missed it, all right. Both
you and Grace always miss it. But
never do. Nwas just thinking-my lit
tie Grace-my bookkeeping the for
mer governor of New York cooling his
heels in drafty railroad station. And,
forty years ago, her father was bare
foot kid with one suspender, pan
handling kind-hearted old folks in the
street with dying-mother stories and
getting nickels from EN-. And even
as lately as twenty-five years ago,
what was but a Chicago city clerk
making an honest living by keeping
my eyes shut and my palm open?"
Dad" complained Tom, Il can't
make you out! You always seem to
take a savage delight in rubbing in
the fact that everything we've got we
owe to graft"
WELL asked Blake, puzzled. don't
we? If we don't owe it to graft, what
do we owe it'to I'd like to know"
ITO change the subject, dad" broke
in Tom, I've been making some
plans"
Have, hey?" queried Blake as
though listening to the prattle Of a
somewhat backward child Of six. Such
as what, for instance?"
We'll" answered Tom, trying not
to show his irritation at Blake's tone.
1.-THE fact isl want to get mar
ried''
1.-The blazes you do! Is that a boast
or confession?"
ST don't quite understand you" said
Tom stifiy.
Il mean" began his father, 81 mean
oh, never mind all that. Who's the
girl?"
Before tell you," evaded Tom, I'D
like to get your views on the PROPOSE
zion in general"
TN general?" repeated Blake. Son,
marriage is never a proposition In
general! Because every woman is an
exception that proves no rule. You
can't classify 'em any more than you
can classify a nest of hornets that
you happen to step into. Helrs full of
women. Sos Heaven, l guess. But
neither class got to either place by
following any proposition in general
Tell me-" he demanded, his philosoph-
ical mood changing in a fash to one
of almost savage intentness, is this
girl the sort who can help you In get
ting where l want to put your"
How can tell? You've never told
me just where you intended to put
me-"
Then I'll tell you now. There's no
real need in your sailing any farther
under sealed orders I've made you a
pretty fair lawyer. You'll have one
more term as assistant district attor-