New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-05-10

could have more at the same price. by sell
ing them at half price we were really swelling
Harllins' gross receipts; for when one hd
goes to a tent show he is invariably attended
by several grownups
Looks like a busy day tomorrow, said
TO Horton.
1T sure does" said he and, wiping the
sweat from his brow, he went on rigging up
lunch counters.
We kept away from the Gawkeys-there
was no need Of adding TO their troubles by
voluntary exhibitions of our inOrdinate love
of home cooking (McCann admitted he
had had dinner with the mayoralty candi-
date twice during my absence, and had IN
sisted on fried chicken each time.)
WIE loafed through the afternoon, smoked
w a lot Of cigarettes, and by nine o clock
in the evening began TO talk Of going to bed.
ANY such plan was postponed temporarily
bv the appearance in the hotel lobby OF an
apparition in purple She would have been
worth looking at regardless of her raiment,
1 mean in any other and less gaudy cos
tume.-but a smart frock Of purple silk, a
black picture hat with a dropping purple
feather. and purple parasol were so I'M
looked for in BnlpOrt that every eye IN the
room turned in her direction. Accompany
ing this gay creature We're an elderly woman
and a tlashilv dressed young man, who how
cred about with a proprietary air while the
women registered, and did not disen.angle
himself until they and their baggage had
disappeared in the elevator. Shaking hands
with one or two lOungers, he darted out into
the night, whereupon my friend Jack saun-
tered TO the desk, glanced az the regis or.
spoke 70 the clerk, scrubbed something on
card, and handed the pasteboard 20 q bell
hop. The youngster couldn't have been
gone more than thirty seconds when he re-
appeared grlnning, and Mccain followed
him into the elevator, handing me en- route
a meaningless wink.
tom, said he when he finally returned,
"you re nice chap and fairly CapaD.e-as
press agents CO. | want 90 see YOU get
along. But when il comes 90 originality, the
creative sense, and the GOd-given ability 20
carry big projects through from a pusillani-
nous start TO q successful ending, l am the
Candy Kid. Turn your lamps hither and
gaze at the pet Of the Fourth Esta.e-,he
only and original proprietor Of q sixth sense.
What have YOU done now; Gone and
botched up the election"
"Botchcd Botched Come % nay arms,
my beaming boy! John Henry Mccain,
Jr., never botches anything-not while he
retains his health and vigor. See this little
bundle2 Il contains the key to the whole
situation. Without 1t all our plans might
60 Wrong-Old Horizons store might burn
during the night, or something else equally
dreadful might happen, and then where
should We be, The contents OF this ordinary
looking package, manipulated by nay al
most superhuman intelligence will put
Gawkey in the Mayors chair I'm spite Of the
Devil, Bcclzcbub, and all their satellites.
Come. Watch! Listen
Grabbing my arm, he dragged me down
the street % the Office Of the newspaper that
had cspoused the Gawkey cause.
Here YOU are, Mr.. Peckhaml" he shouted
as we dashed into the editorial room. I've
story for you-front page. Spread head.
Striking cut Whole town'll read it,
Ripping open the bundle, he produced
four two-column cuts and as many photo
graphs.
Miss Bernice Meringdale said he melo-
dramatically ~of St. Louis, Missouri, en-
gagged % be married 70 Mr. Fred Jackson.
candidate for Mayor Of Billport Bernice
has come % town with her aunt Mrs Henri
eta Wood, 20 witness the great celebration,
which will take place when Jackson Is de-
c.arcd elected. Immediately atterWari they
are % be married in ST. Louis. How DO
know; The lady just told me SO. Aunt
corrooora,ei. Jackson brought them around
o. rlc hotel half an rDftr 400 Got in ~, tho