Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-02-01
BY SEWELL FORD


bein' disturbed in his sow-movin' habits. From his
his club, and back again to his rooms. that's
Bvens grand daily tour, week in and week out.
mcr and winter, with and then great excursion
far east some Fourth-ave auction room, and
tendln out first ghtS OF musical conedies.-ist
billiards and shouettes, and keepin himself fed and
shaved and tailored and manicured Say, do you
der Mr. Robert wanted duck.
don't even take the trouble to dope out any plot
for steen him off but lust depends whatever fool
scheme into my head. Course, he's late: always
is n;issin his dates with Mr.. Robert SO when five
O'Clock strikes and all the office force I'm
still left there, wtn patient behind the brass rail,
snappin elastic bands at the cup the spring
bottle And say, when it that kind of sharp
shootin, I'm cellar champion, believe me,
! just ookin for a mark when the watn'
room door opens, and in comes Mr.. Bivens One OF
these heavy stodgy middleaged ginks, Jerry thick
through the shoulders with his head set we'll
down between EN-. He has a pastv, dead white COM
plexion, with a wide white path runnin his tome
deadback hair at the sides and his big sleepy eyes
dull black too. don't know as ever
cumber grown in a subbasement; but somehow that's
what Bvens reminds of.
HOPE, he begins, removin' his silk lid and moppn'
the white path nervous. that Robert hasn't
yep, says l. Near an hour ago. Said he was sorry
he couldn't wait.
Mr.. Bivens stupid. "You--you say he's
gomez" says he.
I mods. What's the wastin' breathe
| might find him at hone,
Might says |, unless he had outside date
FILL
This brings gawp from Bvens That's So says
he almost in groan. Dining out! II hadn't
thought OF that.
Course, says |, "he didn't say
ooh, but very likely he is, says Bivens "He-he
often does YOU know. But tonight-wel, I'm sure |
don't know what | can do"
| kind of pities the poor boob; so l asks casual,
Anything could help you out on
He jumps at it eager. ooh, would YOU says he.
you see, don't want to go there alone. II don't
know what it all means.
Listens MYSTERIOUS SAYS |. where is YOU don't
want TO go alone.
why to my rooms, says he.
@Eh, says |. What kind Of escort do you gen.
rally have when you go ho1ne?"
But this IS different, says he, this strange woman
In Your rooms9- says L.
yes, yes" says he. Locked in you know.
Tut, TUT says |. "Sure this amt some cheese
sandwich dream you had at the club How 90 YOU
know she's there"
From Nikko my man, says Bivens He tee-
phoned all about it. You see, while he trying
tell her | wasn't there, she took him BY the collar
dragged him outside walked in, and turned the key.
And there she is now
why not, says !, when neither YOU the Jap
whisk-broom ugsler had bean enough to ring up !.
cop?
@The police says Bivens, shudderin' ~Oh, ID
rather call them in uness-lnless its absolutely
necessary
~Iuh!- SAYS l. Then the mystery amt 50 deep as
il might be- ehe II il showdown, You could
give guess about this strange female, couldn't YOU?
No, no." protests Bivens, almost blushn. Truly,
could not! Il have not acquaintance of-of that
sort. Really, haven't an idea.
in that case, says |, shes either sell You
subscription set else she's a strong lady who's
cleanin out your joint. Anyway, cop is your best
bet.
Bivens signs, fdgets with his glove, and half