Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-01
American Sunday Monthly Magazine Section

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| What! Have you been welshed, Miss?
Have they done Lloyd George on you?
Cor, love me, there's a nice go! You
couldn't have come to better nor me miss,
if you want anything done in the way of smash
ing welsher. Give me the word, and there
won't be nothing left of this here office! For
my names Bob Fagg, commonly called
Battersea Bob"
Hereupon the tough one hitched up his
trousers, wiped his mouth with the back Of
his hand and waited for Jennys orders in
an attitude of aggressive eagerness.
IL don't mind what you do" said Jenny.
You can do whatever you like, SO long as
| get my money"
Telephone for the police" commanded
Mr.. lawson; and perceiving the clergyman
still in the office, he tried to assert his brav-
cry by pushing the old gentleman into the
corridor.
Here, hit man of your own size"
cried Battersea Bob.
| Now began a struggle which Jenny
afterward described as a proper prize
fight, only with nothing to pay. Mr. Fagg
first of all banged Mr.. lawson on the nose,
and then he plugged him in the right eye,
Then he proceeded to pick him up, and
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and throw him down again.
Meanwhile Miss Langhorne tainted away;
but, finding that fainting was of no use,
came to, and began to scream instead. A
gentleman coming down from the offlceabove,
looked in to find out what was the
matter.
'Welsher" explained Battersea Bob,
curtly, as he put Mr.. lawson head down
wards into the paper basket, and began to
turn him slowly round and round like large
gimlet.
"I'll pay, I'll pay" groaned Mr.. lawson
at last, whereupon Mr. Fagg promptly put
him on his feet, and waited while the miser-
able clerk feebly went into the inner room
and presently returned with twelve sover-
eigns and a ten-shilling- piece. Hatred was
in his eyes, but submission was in his
manner as he handed over the money to
Jenny.
Anything more, miss?" asked Battersea
Bob
Nothing more, thank you except five
shillings for yourself" said Jenny handing
him the original piece of money.
'Well, I'm always glad to be useful" said
Mr.. Fagg, "and always anxious to please
Thank you kindly, and good morning,
miss.
Arm in arm, Jenny and Irene followed the
pugilist from the arena. AS they turned in
the door way to survey the conquered
office of We're, Ogilvy and Co.. they listened
to the recriminations of Miss Langhorne
and Mr.. lawson.
Aman!" scoffed Miss Langhorne. "Why
you're nothing better than tailor's
dummy"
and you're nothing better than dress
makers BUST" said Mr.. lawson bitterly.
Come on, Irene, said Jenny. "They'll
be getting married soon. The loppy pair
Tootle-oo, Madeline. Bye-bye, Harold.
I'll wave to you from the stage tonight
You'll be screaming success with the girls
with those lovely black orbs of yours"
In the street, where small crowd was
regretfuly melting at Mr.. Faggs assurance
that everything was "all Sir Garnet" up
above, Jenny decided that the occasion
called for the extravaganza of a hanson.
1t was very delicious to ride through the
June-gay town, jingling sovereigns behind
jingling horse, until with a clatter they
stopped by Madame Eugene's window.
"I've come about that dress you was
going to put aside for me-" said Jenny
ooh, yes" said Madame. "A blue
dress, was it not?"
No, pink dress, said Jenny.
"Oh, I'm afraid that dress is sold,
understood you wanted the blue dress put
aside. It's quite the latest thing and pow
der blue is very fashionable this season as
you know"
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