The Washington times., 1913-02-17

good deal of money and securities
lying around loose. you know: naturally
l felt obliged to look after IL. There
was no telling when Widow Whitaker
might walk in and demand an account
ing. ] presume We might as We'll run
over the account-thouGh 1t is SettlnS
late"
'Half-past four Whitaker informed
him. consulting his watch. Take too
long for today. Some other time.
Tomorrow suit your :.
'TomorrowS Sunday Whitaker OBJ
Jected. But there's no hurry at all
Drummond's reply was postponed by
the office boy; who popped in without
"oh. the deuce"' The exclamation
seemed to escape Drummonds lips in
voluntarily. He frightened them angriiy,
control, and glanced hurriedly askance
to see if Whitaker had NOTICED 1t. I'm I'm
him I'm not in"
But he's sot'n appointment" the
him you was in
You needr't fob him off on my ac-
count" Whitaker interposed. we can
finish our confab later-Monday-an
time. It's time for me to be getting
"It isn't Jules Maxi" Whitaker de-
dosgedIy. ',only-the mans bore
rs isn't Jules MAXI Whitaker de-
manded. excitedly. Not little Jules
Max, who used to stage manage our
amateur shows
That's the man." Drummond ad-
mitted..
Then have him in. by all means. I
want to say howdy to him, II nothing
more. And then I'll clear out and leave
you to his troubles"
Drummond hesitated: whereupon the
office boy Interpreted assent and pre-
cipitately vanished to usher in the eli
ent His employer laughed trihe
sourly.
"Ben's a little too keen about pleas
ing Max" he said. II think he looks
on him as the fountainhead of free
seats. Max has developed into heavy
weight entrepeneur. you know"
why not say so? But ] might've
guessed he'd drift into something of the
sort
A moment later Whitaker was visor-
ously pumping the unres1StlnS-indeed,
the apparently boneIess-hand of Wis
ibIy fiabbergasted gentleman, who suf-
fered him for the moment solely upon
SUSPICION IL his expression was a re-
liable index to his emotion.
In the heyday of his career as cum
ming and successful promoter or plays
and players. Jules Max indulsed
hankering for the picturesquely eccen-
trio that sat oddly upon his common
place personality. The hat that had
made Hammersten famous Max had
propriated-straight crown, fiat brim
IL his face was small Of feature and
fat Its trim little mustache lent II an
air of conventionality curiously at war
with a pince-neZ which sheltered his
near-sighted eyes with enormous, round.
horn trimmed lenses, ssgging to one
side with the weight of wide black
ribbon. His nose was Insignificant, his
mouth small and pursy-
His short. round little body was in
variably by day dressed In dark gray
assertively striped trousers. and pat
cpt leather shoes, with white spats.
He had passion for lemOn-colored
gloves OF thinnest kid. and walking
sticks of slender malacca. His dignity
was an awful thing.
a Jerk of his maltreated hand. which
freed II, and with an appreciable effort
betrayed by his share OF resentment.
DO ] know your, he demanded.
haughtily. III not. what the deuce do
YOU mean by such conduct. sir?
with a laugh Whitaker took him b"
the shoulders and spun him AROUND ard
sat him smartly In convenient cna;i :,
"Sit still and let me get good look.
he frnplored. Think of 1t, Juley Max
impudence of you. Juley! I've great
mind to play horse with vou. How
dare you go around the streets lookt
ing like that, anyway?
Max recovered his breath. reaGjusted
his glasses and resumed his stare.
Either" he observed, you're Hugh
Whitaker come to life or blamed
outrage"
Both. If you like.
You sound like both" complained
the little man. Anyway, you were
drowned in the Philippines. or some
where. long ago, and 7 never waste
time on a dead one. Drummond," he
went on, turning to the lawyer with
a vastly business-like air.
mo. you don'tr' Whitaker insisted.
putting himself between the two men.
'I admit that you're great man: you
might at least admit that I'm live
one"
Modified smile moderated the
small mans manner. That's bar