Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-02-22
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fer bein' KEEP alive in a dwelin' within city
limits without no permit. So out O the
way, or
aWait! Wait!" cried Maxey, throwing
himself on the man in an agonized protest.
@It's all right! I'm goin' ter take 'em out
myself inside O. five minutes. In fact,
there's wagon down at the door now, or
will be. It's all right, tell YOU"
@Can't help it, said the man. Il gotter
take these here birds. It's too late"
"But fer the love o Heaven" pleaded
Maxey, and in an undertone, It'll be worth
your while
The man hesitated. Then he called down
to the woman. @Lady, he says, 3see if that
express wagon he's talkin' about is outside
@Don't let him off, !" said the woman; but
she looked out at the open door.
The man stepped back into the room
with Maxey. In fifty words the agent ex-
planned all that was necessary-perhaps the
twenty-dollar bill he slipped into the mans
hand was quite as eloquent as his words.
He ended with:
them other eight-I'd of had to kill 'em my
self. But them four
There's wagon here called up the
woman; 3but-"
3Sneak 'em down quick!" said the man,
and Maxey, stumbling under the weight OF
four husky turkeys in crate, got down the
stairs as quickly as he could.
@Here!" screamed the woman; but he
only screamed back at her:
@Shut up!' and dumped the crate into the
waiting arms of the expressman, telling him
to drive like something warm; and leaving
the Board of Health man behind to fix
things with the woman he leaped upon the
express wagon seat with the driver, and they
were off.
THE matinee at the Mammoth was just
! letting out. For twenty minutes
Moshoo Dindon, sitting on the trunk con-
tanning his costume, feathery coat repre-
senting big turkey, had been awaiting the
arrival of Maxey Conheirn and the troupe.
Frankel had sent down several times to
know if the agent had arrived, and finally
had come back to the stage in person. Men
were setting the woodland scene, the few
favored critics of the mysterious perform
ance were out front in the darkened audito-
rum. Moshoo Dindon was fidgeting.
3Wen," he heard Frankel say, IF he
doesn't get here pretty soon
At that moment Maxey arrived. Moshoo
Dindon saw an express wagon come tearing
up the alley like cyclone; saw Maxey leap
off and help the man unload the crate. He
rushed out to meet the agent; but was
brushed aside.
eco get your costume on!T he was ordered.
3Why amt you dressed9 Hurry up! Fran
KEEL won't wait! In this way with emf to
the expressman.
But mes enfantsl My arteests!"
They're all right. Hurry
Even then, Maxey, turning the turkeys
over to the stage hands, to the gasping hor-
ror of Moshoo Dindon, had to drive the little
Frenchman into the nearest dressing room
and himself rip off his street clothes and put
him into the turkey costume. Once Frankel
appeared at the door and wanted to know
what was the matter, retreating good ma
turedly when he noticed Maxey's state of
mind. But in few minutes all was ready,
and Moshoo Dindon, looking as much like
turkey as any of the birds gobbling their
protests from their crate, futtered out to
their rescue.
1Oh mes bauwes!" he cried as he ap-
preached the crate. ooh, mes petitesl A
hammer! Quick! Vitei Off wiz zee covers!"
The boards were wrenched off, and he drew
the luttering birds out in the dark shadows
of the stage behind the scenes.
@Ah, v6tre Majestel Where are you?" he
cried. 4And Pavlowa, the dainty Pavlowa!
And lie General"
aCut that" cried Maxey. @Frankel's
waiting! Lights on, Fellers! Out with you
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