Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-01-05

"Yee-es2' says l. But what's this the for?"
al will tell you Boy" says she, comm up confidential
"You See must trust someone in this matter. And
you will be right here, where you him every day.
won't you,-1ny son Mortimer, mean?"
al expect I'll have to, says |, "f he sticks"
@Then you must do this for me she goes on. Keep
close to him. Make yourself his friend
"Me?' says l. "Well there might be some trouble
about that
al understand says she. at will be difficult under
the circumstances And Mortimer has such proud,
reserved nature! He has always been that way. But
that he is thrown upon his own resources and if
you could gain his confidence he might allow you
pend upon you to send word to me every week
to how he looks if he happy, how he is getting
in business, and so on Come, do you promise?"
Us this case of philanthropy or WHAT" says |.
"Oh, shall see that you well repaid says she.
"That listens we'll" says 1; "but it's kind of vague.
Any figures, now?"
@Why-er-yes," says she, hestatin'. Suppose I
should send you say five dollars for every satisfactory
report?'
And in two minutes she's left me the address OF
her London bankers, patted condescendin on the
shoulder, and has fitted. So here am with brand
new side lne-an assignment to be friendly at much
per- Can you beat that?
TT want until afterwards either, when I'm busy
THROWN the pictures of how that extra
ve1l fat up the Saturday pay envelope that remem-
bers the wordn of the contract Five for every
satisfactory report. Gee! that's diff rent! Then here's
where got that Mortimer behaves, else lose
out And don't waste any time panrn the campaign.
tackles him he sros out thirty seconds ahead of the
twelve O'Clock whistle
"Aiter another of them chubby lunches?" says |.
whats that to your he growls.
"Im int rested, that's all" says l.
"oh, no, you're not, says he; you're Just fresh
"Ah, now, Norty!" says l. "This amt no
reg lar feud we're ndulgin in, you know. Ditch the
rude retort and femme tow you to joint where for
Thanks" says Mortimer. Il prefer my
company.
"Gee what poor taste' says I.
And it looked like I'd gone and plugged any
fve-spot prospects with my first try.
60 lets Mortimer simmer for few days, not
~ maxim any more cracks, friendly or other
WISE | was about to hand in blank report too,
when he sort of hesitates as he passes
the desk, and then stops
81 say" he begins, SHOW that cheap
luncheon place you spoke Of will your
It's more of an order than anything else; but
that only makes this sudden shift of his more
amusin. why, sure says l. Secured on the
mot exactly" says he; "but-wel, the fact is,
Father must have forgotten to send check for
last months bill, and I'm on the board-posted,
you know
"Then that wa mt any funny dream of yours,
en- says I, "this club business? Which is it,
Lotos the Union League?"
dts my frat club, of course, says Mortimer.
"And l don't mind saying that it's deucedy
expensive place for me to go, even when | can
sign checks for my meals. I'm always being
dragged into billiards. dollar corner and that
sort of thing. 1t counts up, and I'm running
rather close to the wind just now"
"What! And you gettn twelve?" says "Why,
say some supports families that. Takes
managin, though. But I'll steer you round to
NIax's, where for quarter you can"
"A quarter!" breaks in Mortimer. "But-but
that's more than have left"
"And this only Wednesday, says I. @Gee but
you have been goin' the pace, amt you? What is
the total of the reserve, anyway"
Mortimer scoops into his trousers pockets,
fshn' up silver knife, gold cigar clipper, and
seventeen cents cash.
well, well!' says l. "That is gettin' down to
hardpan! It's breakin' one of my business rules,