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


worth. Addressing the porters, he said, You
fellows get this lot of stuff together and III
take an option on it. III be over tomorrow
to close the deal, AIr.-Mr.- Now where
is the old Florentine mirror the Count was
telling us about
"The Count" said |, frowning.
yes, the real owner. You can't stuff me
with your talk about being the proprietor
here, my friend. You see, we happen to
know the Count
THEY all condescended to laugh at me,
don't know what | should have said or
done if at that moment there had not APP
peared in the lower hall lanky youth Of
eighteen. He was a loud-voiced, inperious
sort of chap, with at least three rolls to his
trousers, and a plum-colored cap.
"Say. these clubs are the real stuff, all
right, ali right They're as brittle as glass.
See what | did to EN-. We can have EN-
spliced and rewound and III hang EN- on
my wall. All want is the heads, anyhow
He held up to view headless midiron and
brassy, and triumphantly waved a splendid
cleek. My favorite clubs!
The situation was no longer humorous. |
could put up with anything but the mishan-
ding of my devoted golf clubs. Striding up to
him. snatched the remnants from his hands.
you any more sense than to smash golf club
like that? For two cents I'd break this put
ter over your head.
Father he yelled Indignantly, "who is
this mucker?"
Rocksworth bounced toward me, his cane
raised
| whirled upon him.
"How dare you?' he shouted.
The ladies squealed.
If he expected me to cringe, he was might
lily mistaken. My blood was up. | ad-
vanced.
"Paste him, Dad" roared Harold.
But Rocksworth suddenly altered his
course and put the historic treaty table be-
tween him and me. He didn't like the APP
pearance of my rather brawny fist.
"You big stiff" shouted Harold.
Before Harold quite knew what was hap
pening to him he was prancing down the long
hall with my bony fingers grasplng his collar.
Coming to the door opening into the outer
vestibule drew back my foot for final
aid of locomotion. Acutely recalling the
fact that slippers are not designed for kick
ing purposes, | raised my foot, removed the
slipper, and laid it upon a taut section of his
trousers with all the melancholy force that
usually exert in slicing my drive off the tee.
l shall never forget the exquisite spasm of
pleasure his plaintive "Ouch!' gave me.
Then Harold passed swiftly out of my life.
DOCKSWORTH, reinforced by four reluc-
~ tant mercenaries in the shape of porters.
was advancing upon me. Without much
ado wrested the cane from him and sent
it scuttling after Harold
"Now get QUIT | roared.
"You shall pay for this!' he sputtered,
quite black in the face. "Grab him, you in
fernal cowards!'
But the four porters skunk away, and
Rocksworth faced me alone. Rudolph and
Max, thoroughly fed and most prodigious,
were bearing down upon us, accounting for
the flight of the mercenaries.
Get OUT | repeated.
I'll have the law"
"Law be hanged
"If it costs me million, I'll get"
at will cost you million if you don't
get!' | advised him, seeing that he paused
for want of breath.
| left him standing there; but had the
presence of mind to wave my huge bench
men away. Observation-Disclosures approached
but very practically. He was paler than he
will ever be again in this life, fear
"This is most distressing, most distressing,
-NIr-aheml I've never been SO out
ragged in my life. but waltz He had
caught the snap in my atavistic eye. Il am
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