El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1913-06-28
3O3 San Francisco st.

. stage manager has for the student
of dramatic literature seeking expert
cnce,' that the worried professional al
ways has for the lnstrusive amateur
Fidd was a public spirited citizen. II
was understood that he knew how TO
make money and save it. His wife
could not have been more proud OF
him If he had been her infant prodigy.
He was admired even by the plumber
There was only one thing the matter
with him. He was a blamed nuisance.
Burns Goes to Fidd.
I arrived in D. in the afternoon,
left my satchel at the brick hotel
across the road from the railway
station, and found Fidd in his office,
writing letter, as an insurance solic-
ltOr, on the typewriter for which he
was the local agent.
He arose with the greatest presence
of mind when he recognized me. The
piece @. property that you want TO see,
he said IN a voice TO reach the plumber,
who was busy smearing himself with
red lead in the back Of the shop, lis
about a mile-n' a half out the sutton
vile road Wen drive
He had evidently rehearsed this
speech, in preparation, and carefully
acted out in his mind an exact per
1Ormance of how he was to proceed
He had that look in his face-the look
Of an attention directed inWard-with
his eyes fixed on my chin.
What is it?' I asked, What We
you been wiring abOut?"
He turned hastily to the door I fol-
lowed him impatienuy- He explained
In a low tone. addressing the opposite
the buggy There's no one kin over
hear 8 in a buggy, see2 Wait till
hitch her up And he hurried off
with his head down
1t was the market street of D. on
which I waited, and il was enjoying its
afternoon nap. A farmers wagon stood
empty outside the feed store A pigeon
was perhng around in the cObble-
stones OF the dry gutter. A grocer
across the road came out, in his apron,
and picked two cabbaEes from a pile on
a window bench, and thOughtfuuy
turned over a cantaloupe- conceal
a sore spOt-and went back in again
looked at my watch, as a man will
when everything else seems TO have
stopped / was anxious to set back
10 my cOuuterfeiter before the chase
ended, so as TO be in at the arrest
W hen tlod drove out from a nearby
alley. with a fiat footed mare strapped
10 shabby top buggy, I gagged with
evaporation at sight Of him made
up my mind then that If he had
brought me. there TO tell me any ghost
A Talk in a Buggy.
clambered INTO the buggy. Fidd,
with whip and reins, agitated the mare
into a bOne-sha6en trOt- We ratified
down Market street, across the iron
bridge into open country, and the
horse relapsed into a chronic walk and
Fldd began his story
Before il was more than well begun,
I had pushed my hat back from my
forehead, puckered one eye thought
fully for a moment. and formed my
theory" of what was going TO happen
to Fidd- I had also come TO the be-
let that tldd would not allow himself !
to be saved from the path of disaster,
and there was in me hope that one
might be able to advise Fidd vainly
what he ought to do. and then with !
clear conscience stand aside and watch Z
circumstances avenge professional pa !
thence on the headstrOnG ignorance Of I
the amateur.
i had pushed back my hat when Fidd I
was relating how one of the men who I
had been implicated with his old en- I
ployerl the phOto-engraTer-in the /