The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-06-01

50 you'd notice IL. She Just steps
up and makes a grab for Mallory
and-Aw. say, One like that
must be good for chapped hps.
IL I'm ever handed one of them
kind l won't wash it off for a
month. II tickles Dicky most to
death.
"He-haw!" says he. SOS the
window panes rattle. She said
sh'd do It. And she did, didn' {
she. Ell. Skid?"
Mallory was the worst ratified
man l ever see. Once OF twice he
tried to unIoosen some remarks !;
but Sis and Dicky Was both talk
In to once and he never got a
show. Then right in the middle
of Il the door opens and in comes
Mr.. Robert.
Say, I felt like a noon extra In
a bunch of six o'clock editions.
IL was what was goin' to happen
to Mallory that gave me the shiv-
ers.
"Torchy." said MFR. Robert,
what's all this?"
''S-s-sh!" says 1. ITS Old
Home Day..
But. see here, I don't under
stand" says he. who are these
persons, and why
"Ah, say" says /. Amt you
got any sportin' blood? Besides.
| don't know the answer myself. ="
/ could of kept that up just
about one more round before I'D
fell through a crack; but just as
MIR. Robert was framin' up an
other conundrum Dicky turns
around and spots him.
why, hello, Bobf" yells Dicky.
by Jove, though, l forgot all
about you being in the Corrugat-
ed, too! Sis and l just ran in a
minute to look up Skid. Good old
Skid! Great boy, eh, Bob?"
Mr.. Robert takes a look over
by the window at Mallory, who
wasn't SEEM a thing but Sis and
wasn't hearin' anything but what
she was sayin'-and she was say
in a lot.
Isis that skid?" says AIR.
Robert.
! "Oh. come along, now, Bob, y
says Dicky, pokin' him In the vesl
| playful. You don't mean to say
you don't know Skid Mallory, the
Great Skid, best quarterback Har.
ward ever had"
| 81 take it all back" says Mr.
i Robert. "Of course | know him
but not SO well as you do, Dicky
1 haven't kept the run of the
team for the last year or two
4 lNaf nj. a.,
Skid. How the deuce does ne
happen to be up here, though %
"He-haw!" says Dicky. That's
rich, that is. Why, man alive,
Skid's one of the chaps that's
runnin' our old gents trust
This is his office you're in now. "
Really" says Mr.. Robert.
Dick waltzes him over to the
pair by the window, and makes
| Mr.. Robert and Mallory ae-
quainted, and all three of 'em talk
football to Mallory, who bushes
worse than ever and don't know
which way to turn.
They keep that up until Dicky
| pulls out his watch, grabs Sis by
the arm, and boilers that they've
got to make a break for the
| Washington Limited. Sis ia
shakin' good-by with both of 'em
at once, when she thinks of some.
thin funny.
"Oh, Mr.. Roberti" SAYS she
81 want to know which of you is
who here. don't you know. Is IL
you that works for Skid, or Skid
that works for your"
Mr.. Robert looks at Mallory
and Mallory looks at him. There
was no breakin' away; for she has
hold of a hand apiece. Both oil
EN- makes a start: but Mr.. Rob.
ert gets the floor. why" says
he, 81 guess we're both working
for the Corrugated, only one OF
us works a little harder than the
| other.
Ali" says Sis, givin' Mallory
a smile that was worth payin
money to see. Il thought So"
The next minute they makes q
dash for an elevator gofn' down,
and that part of IL was over.
But there was Mr.. Robert
waittin' to talk dutch to us.
Mallory he starts In to say tina,
he's sorry for seemin' so cheeky:
Il