Western Carolina Democrat and French Broad hustler. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1913-1915, 1914-01-22

AOOu ana yankGd
Gown the nag upon the taximeter.
my name is Gridley, sir, he volun-
You may fire when ready. Gridley."
broadway answered, and then Gridiey
pulled the lever.
Before the day was over hackson
Jones' had bought a forty-horsepower
limousine, a sixty-horsepower touring
car and a runabout. Gridley had
turned in his resignation to his com
pany and been measured for Ave suits
d llVery, OF expensive cloth, exclusive
cut, extraordinary color. Having done
this ne had asked a girlsto marry him,
been accepted, had taken sixteen
drinks and gone to 9 her mother. had
then been thrown out a Tilted man and
q returned to Broadway Jones. de-
termined to live single and attached
to him forever. The episodes had So
bered him and he was quite himself
when Broadway asked him what apart
ment he would recommend for living
quarters.
Quiet placer he asked.
MOI for your new employer" Broad
way answered. "T want it to be on
Joy street, between Happy boulevard
and Don't Care alley. The noisier the
better if the noise is always laughter.
| want it named The Smile and I want
it furnished in bright red. Take me
somewhere where they'll sell me a
good butler-fancy brand, no matter
what the price. I want a butler who
Il ran or -ond hIlu a 10No4
home that glitters and is glad. Throw
on the high-speed clutch"
Gridley took him, in his ~brand-new
a (Which ran as smoothly and as
noiselessly and swiftly as a pickerel
swfms), to an employment agency
which he had heard about, and there
Broadway signed the lease for an ex-
t~raordinary person, principally named
Rankin. He looked like a bishop,
talked like a British lord, walked like
a major-general, bowed like a diplo-
mat, never smiled, always said Eyes,
sir" and thank you, SIR" whenever
there was room for these impressive
words, vas ready to be measured for
as many suits of livery as had been
ordered for the chauffeur and assured
his new employer that it would give
him pleasure both to find and furnish
an apartment for him. .
when viii you have 1t ready for
me?"
Tomorrow morning, sir"
Then you know what apartment
you r going to take?"
Not yet, sir. Breakfast at, say,
ten, sir"
Rankin, you will do. Make it elcv-
en-. Engage a cook and second-man.'
81 have already telephoned for them,
sir.
81 have raised your wages, Rankin,
for long and faithful service. Let me
see-you've been with me forty min
utes. See to it that you do as well
in future"
81 shall, sir; and I hope you'll do
the same, sir"
Find Mr.. Robert Wallace in the tel
ephone book. He's in the advertising
business"
A moment later Rankin turned back
from the little table at the side of the
large parlor which supplied headquar-
tiers for the ex-Jonesvillian for the
time being. II have him on the wire,
sir"
I'll talk. to him."
Broadway took the telephone re
ceiver Prom his buffers hand and cried
into the mouthpiece: Hello! Is that
you, Robert Wallace? Well,
this Is Jackson Jones. Yes;
the same you met in ~Jonesville when
they pinched you, that reckless night
when you were driving at four miles
an hour. No; I've come down
to stay. I'm asking you to dine with
me tomorrow evening. Can you
come? Good. I'll telephone
again, or have my butler telephone.
and let you know just where.
All right. Fine! Goodby."
Robert Wallace was his guide, his
mentor and his friend for some four
weeks. After that he was his friend
and mentor, but resigned as guide, for
Broadway took the reins. He had a
passion and a genius for investigating
metropolitan affairs of iightsome ma
ture. The business marts of Gotham
were offensive to him. He thought it
silly for mankind to waste it's time
in work and said so. The teeming fas-
cination of the far sides of the town,
so dear to s~ociologists who love hui
man nature best after it has sweated
or suffered of it's varnish, found no
devotee in him; he could not under
stand why entire families should live
in huddled rooms on Essex street when
there we're largeapartments vacant in
the great hotel fat house next door
to the vast mansion inhabited by Mrs.
Jack Gerard on SeYenty-seccnd street.
MRS. Jack Gerard was an old lady OF
incredible wealth, who tried to hold
Times hand in pause. That she had
failed had been no fault of hers or of
the beauty parlors OF cosmetic makers.
"sTheyi would be so much more COM
Portable If they would go where they
"