Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-05-10

could have more at the same price BY sell
ing them at half price we were really swelling
Harkins' gross receipts; for when one kid
goes to tent show he is invariably attended
by several grownups.
Looks like busy dav tomorrow" said
to Horton
at sure does said he and, wiping the
sweat from his brow, he went on rigging up
lunch counters.
We kept away from the Gawkeys-there
was no need of adding to their troubles by
voluntary exhibitions of our inordinate love
of home cooking. (McCann admitted he
had had dinner with the mayoralty candi-
date twice during my absence, and had in
sisted on fried chicken each tirne.)
WIE loafed through the afternoon, smoked
a lot of cigarettes, and by nine clock
in the evening began to talk of going to bed.
Any such plan was postponed temporarily
by the appearance in the hotel lobby of an
apparition in purple. She would have been
worth looking at regardless of her raiment,
i mean in any other and less gaudy cos
tume,-but smart frock of purple silk, a
black picture hat with dropping purple
feather, and purple parasol were so I'M
looked for in Billport that every eye in the
room turned in her direction. Accompany
ing this gay creature were an elderly woman
and flashily dressed young man, who how
cred about with proprietary air while the
women registered, and did not disentangle
himself until they and their baggage had
disappeared in the elevator. Shaking hands
with one or two loungers he darted out into
the night, whereupon my friend Jack saun-
tered to the desk, glanced at the register,
spoke to the clerk, scrubbed something on
card, and handed the pasteboard to a bell
hop. The youngster couldn't have been
gone more than thirty seconds when he re-
appeared grinning, and Mccain followed
him into the elevator, handing me en- route
a meaningless wink.
3Tom," said he when he finally returned,
"you're nice chap and fairly capable-as
press agents go. | want to see you get
along. But when it comes to originality, the
carry big projects through from pusllani-
nous start to successful ending, am the
Candy Kid. Turn your lamps hither and
gaze at the pet of the Fourth Estate-the
only and original proprietor of sixth sense!'
what have you done now? Gone and
botched up the election?'
@Botched! Botched! Come to my arms,
my beaming boy! John Henry Mccain,
Jr., never botches anything-not while he
retains his health and vigor! See this little
bundle? 1t contains the key to the whole
go wrong old Horizons store might burn
during the night, or something else equally
dreadful might happen, and then where
should we be? The contents of this ordinary
looking package, manipulated by my al
most superhuman intelligence, will put
Gawkey in the Mayors chair in spite of the
Devil, Beelzebub, and all their satellites.
Come! Watch! Listen!'
Grabbing my arm, he dragged me down
the street to the office of the newspaper that
had espoused the Gawkey cause.
Here you are, Mr.. Peckham!' he shouted
as we dashed into the editorial room. give
story for you-front page. Spread head.
Striking cut. Whole townll read it,"
Ripping open the bundle, he produced
four two-column cuts and as many photo
graphs.
Miss Bernice Meringdale, said he melo-
dramatically, @of St. Louis, Missouri, en-
gagged to be married to Mr.. Fred Jackson,
candidate for Mayor of Billport. Bernice
has come to town with her aunt Mrs. Henri
eta Wood, to witness the great celebration,
which will take place when Jackson is de-
clared elected. Immediately afterward they
are to be married in St. Louis. How do
know The lady just told me so. Aunt
corroborated. Jackson brought them around
to the hotel half an hour ago. Got in on the
eight-forty. Didn't they, Tom? Remember
tho p,,rr,1a peri1 who Jazz1ad nc fayy min.