Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-02-15

out there was that very fountain itself
If it only wercl7 the girl cried. oh
YOU could never drag me away from 1t, But
it isn't. It's supplied by the San Marco
Waterworks, and there's a meter ticking
somewhere, I'm sure. And now, Mr.. Mi
not
Il know You mean the thirty-five dol
lars | paid our driver | wish you would
write me check. I've a reason
THANK you. | wanted to-so much I'll
bring it to you soon.
SHE was gone and Ainot sat staring into
- the palms, his lips firm, his hands grip
ping the arms of his chair. Suddenly, with
a determined leap, he was on his feet.
\ moment later he stood at the telegraph
counter in the lobby writing in bold, flowing
characters message for John Thacller. on
a certain seventeenth floor New York:
l resign Will stay on job until substitute
arrives; but start him when you get this.
RICHARD Minor.
The telegram sent, he returned to his
veranda chair to think. Thacker would be
upset, of course. But, after all. Thackers
claim on him was not such that he must
wreck his life's happiness TO serve HIM. Even
Thacker must see that. And the girl-was
she madlv in love with the lean and aristo-
cratic Harrowby? Not by any means, to
Judge from her manner. Next Tuesday-a
week. What couldn't happen in "a Alinot
stopped No, that wouldn't do either.
Even if substitute arrived, he could hardly
with honor turn about and himself wreck
the hopes of 'rhacker and Jephson. He lost,
either way 1t was a horrible nixup. He
cursed beneath his breath.
The red glow of a cigar nearby drew closer
as the smoker dragged his chair across the
veranda floor Ninot saw behind the glow
the keen face of man eager for a talk.
"Some scene, isn't it, said the stranger.
"Sort Of makes the musical comedies look
cheap All II needs is seven stately chorus
ladies walking out from behind that palm
down to the left, and It would have Broad
way dashed to the mast.
"Yes, replied Alinot absently, this is the
real thing
I've been sitting here thinking, the
other went on 1T doesn't seem to me this
place has been advertised right. Why, there
are hundreds OF people up North whose win
dows look out on sunset over the brewery
people with money too-who'd take the first
train for here if they realized the picture
were looking at now. Get some good hust-
Ter to tell EN- about it He paused. Il
hate TO talk about myself, but say-ever
hear Of Cotrell's Ink Eraser? Nothing ever
written Cotrell can erase. VIII not soil
or scratch the paper. If the words Cotrel
has erased we're put side by side
Selling ita7 Nlinot inquired YEARLY.
NO. But | made that eraser. Put it on
every desk between New York and the roll
ing Oregon. After that | landed Helot's
Bottled Sauces. And then Patterson's Lime
Juice Puckered every mouth in America.
Advertising is my speciality
$50 | gather
"Surc as you sit here. Have a cigar.
Trimmer IS my name-never mind the jokes.
Henry Trimmer. Advertising specialist. Is
your business fabby? Does II need a tonic?
Try Trimmer! quoting from my letter
head He leaned closer. Excuse a per-
sonal question, but didn't see you talking
with Miss Cynthia Meyrick awhile backe'
Possibly
Trimmer came even closer. Engaged to
Lord Harrowby. understand
Il believe So
Young fellow Trimmer's tone was ex-
ultant, Il can't keep in any longer. | got
proposition in tow SO big it's busting my
brain cells-and it takes some strain to do
that. No, l can't tell you the exact nature
OF it. but | will say this: Tomorrow night
this time III throw bomb in this hotel SO
loud il II be heard round the world
AN anarchist"
Not on your life. Advertiser. And I've
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