Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-03-16


government. Charlemagne lived here with
all his court.
They tried not to look impressed; but
rather overd1d 1T.
That's the sort of story you fellows al
ways put up, you skinf1ints from Boston,
said Rocksworth shrewdly.
Riley erkhelmer walked past me to take
closer look at the seat, almost treading on
my toes rather than give an inch to me.
How can you prove that its the genuine
article2' he demanded CURLY.
"You have my word for it, Sir, | said.
"Pish tush.' said he.
Rocksworth turned in the direction of the
banquet hall Carrie" he shouted. "Come
here minute, will youo"
A MINUTE later three females appeared
- on the scene all of them busting their
hands and curling their noses in disgust.
a never saw such dirty place said the
foremost, a large lady dts filthy! What
do YOU want"
"I've bought this thing here for seventy
five. You said | couldn't get it for nickel
under q thousand. And, say, this man tells
me the hallseat here belonged to Pontius
Plate in
pardon me-" l interrupted, Il merely
said that he sat in it. | am not trying to de-
ceive you, Sir"
"And the treaty was signed on this table,
said Riley Werkheimer. He addressed him
self to a plump young lady with a twenty
two inch waist "Nlaude, what do you know
about the Roman Teutonic treaty. Wen
catch you now, my friend!' he went on, turn
ing to me- "AIy daughter is up in ancient
history She's an authority"
Miss Maude appeared to be racking her
brain | undertook to assist her.
Il mean the second treaty, after the fall
of Nuremberg" | explained.
"Oh," she said, instantly relieved "Was
it really signed here right here in this hall?
Oh Father! We must have that table,
"Buv it. Orson," said his wife with author
ity. We'll take a chance on it. If it isn't
the right thing, we can sell it to the second
hand dealers. What's the price,
"A thousand dollars to you, Madam.
They were at once suspicious. As they
were busily engaged in looking the seat over
as the porters shifted it about at all angles,
stepped over and ordered my workmen to
resume their operations. | was beginning
to be sour and angry again, having missed
my coffee. From the culinary regions there
assembled a horrihc odor of fried onions. If
there is one thing | really resent it is fried
onion.
do not know why l should have felt the
mean enough now to confess that | hailed
the triumphal entry of that pernicious odor
with meanness Of spirit that leaves nothing
to be explained.
GOOD gracious gasped the aristocratic
- Mrs. Riley-W erkheimer, holding her
nose. do you smell that?'
"Onionsl My Gawd' shifted Maude.
"How | hate emf
Rocksworth, forgot his dignity. "Hate
emp he cried, his eyes rolling. Il just love
emf
"Orson,' said his wife, glazing at him,
"what will people think of you'"
81 like EN- too" admitted R1leyWerk
heimer, perceiving at once who she meant
by people"
At that instant the carpenters, plumbers,
and stone masons resumed their internal
racket, while scrubwomen, polishers, and
painters began to move intimately among us.
"Here." roared Rocksworth. "Stop this
beastly noise. What the deuce do you mean,
Sir, permitting these scoundrels to raise the
dead like thiso Confound EN-! | stopped
them once. Here let up on that, will your
| moved forward apologetically. Il am
afraid it IS not onions you smell, Ladies and
Gentlemen. had taken my cue with sur
prising quickness. "They are raising the
dead. The place is fairly alive with dead