Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-05-24


HMT1A in the weather, or is there general scheme
AN file somewhere? Is it free-for-all
lRD we're mixed up in-with Harry
HNlgNH Thaws and our Helen Kelers white
NHS91 slavers, white hopes, and white
NSNYSVlI plague campaigns; trunk murders,
and fire heroes? Or r11nnn'
on schedule and headed somewhere?
I amt givin' you the answer in the back of the
book. 1 amt turned that far. I'm just slippn'
you the proposition with the side remark that
and then, when the tumble seems worse than ever,
you get glimpse of what might be clue, might
not.
Anyway, here was, busy little bee, blockin'
right hooks and body jabs that ben' shot at me
by husky young uptown minister who's headlner
at his job, understand, but who's deveopin good,
useful punch the side. l just landin'
walop to the ribs, by way of keepin' him from bein'
too ambitious with his left, when out of the tail of my
eye notices Swiftly Joe edgin in with card in his
paw.
@Time out!7 says 1, steppn' back and droppin' my
guard. well, Swiftly, what's the scandal"
Scent waitin' to you, says he.
HLet him wait, then says l.
@Ah-rr-r, but he's reg lar gent! protests Swiftly,
fngern' the card.
Even so, he'll keep five minutes more, won't he?'
says 1.
But he-he's-7 begins Swiftly, struggin' to connect
that mighty intellect of his with his tongue.
"Ah read off the name says l. rs it Mayor
Mitchell, Doc Wilson, or who?7
at says ]. B-a-y-a-rd Ste-Steele, says Swiftly.
"Eh3" says I, gawpin'. "Lemme see. Him! Say,
Swiftly, you go back and tell ]. Bayard that if he's
got nerve enough want to me, it'll be
of wait And if he's all messy about it, give you
leave to roll him downstairs The front of folks!
Come on now, Dominica Cover up better with that
right mitt I'm goin' to push in few on you this
time"
And if YOU never saw Fifth avenue preacher well
lathered up you should have had glimpse of this
at the end of the next round He's game, though;
thanks me for it puffy.
you're welcome, says l. Maybe did steam EN-
in bit; but expect it was because had my mind
that party out 'front.' While you're rubin down III
step in and attend to his l could only wish
pair of eight-ounce gloves him for few minutes"
60 without stoppin to change, sheddin the
~ mitts walks into the front Office to discover
this elegant party in the stream-line cutaway pacn
restless up and down the room. Yes, he is
mposn' to look at, with his pearl gray spats, and the
red neckte blazn' brilliant under the close-clpped
crop of Grand Duke whiskers l don't know what
there is special about set of frosted face shrubbry
that sort of suggests bank presidents and on, but
somehow they do. Them and the long, thin gives
him p1uty distinguished look, spite of the sifty
eyes and the weak mouth lines. But amt mood
to be impressed.
"Wel13" says snappv
1 expect my appearn' in a cut-out jersey, with my
shoulder muscles still punched must have Jared him
lttle for he lifts his eyebrows doubtful and asks
"Er-Professor McCabe, is it?'
"Uh-huh, says l. "What'1 it be?7
any name says he lis Steele
Il know" says l. "Snug fit too judge"
He fushes quick and stifens. DO you mean to in
fer, Sir, that
.ou're on" says 1. "The minute heard your
placed you for the smooth party that tried unload
lot Of that phony Radio stock on Mrs Benny Sher
wood Wanted to euche her of the twenty thousand
life insurance she got when Benny took the booze
last winter Ell? Well it happens she's friend of Mrs.
McCabe and it was through me your little scheme was