Gilpin observer., 1914-10-15
Manhattan beach. ! shall arrive thees

at noon exactly shall leave by the
front door and stroll along the sands"
well. you have mapped out your
day with care" said Richardson. May
ask whether you are going alone?"
She turned on him in evaporation.
Her face was perfectly white and her
eyes were brimming with tears.
"Mr. Richardson, you are a perfect
mule" she said angrily. II don't won
der you can't sell your invention"
"Why-Molly!" he etammered.
III you had sense enough to take the
well-meant advice that is offered you,
you would find life easier" she said,
stamping her foot, and suddenly turned
away and ran down the stairs.
The young man watched her in dis
may. What had he done to offend herr
And In what way had he failed
to profit by her advice? The
only advice which he remembered
her having given him was to read the
"Hullabaloo"-the Saturday edition.
Well, this was Saturday. He would
read the "Hullabaloo."
Jack Richardson was true to tho type
of all inventors. He was not in the
least interested in the news Of the day.
He never knew or cared what was the
presidents policy in Mexico, or what
the suffragettes were doing. or who
had won the big league series. The
only publication that interested him
was the Scientific American"
Il guess I'll read the 'Hullabaloo."
he said to himself. Might as we'll. l
guess I've got a penny" He felt in
his pockets one after the other. Here
1t is" he said, fishing something out.
mo! By heavens, it's a quarter. I'll
run down to Manhattan beach for a
change of air"
The train was packed, but there was
a vacant strap. to which he clung with
one hand, while with the other he
scanned the copy of the newspaper
which he had purchased.
"Darned rubbish these papers print"
he growled, looking over the pages.
What's this? War with Mexico Immi-
nent' 1 wonder who's going to war
with Mexico? Giants Win the Series
l didn't know there were any giants
nowadays. Some item from the mu-
scum, l suppose. HellO!"
There, staring at him out Of the CEN
ter Of page four was Molly's face, and
under it was printed "The Girl With
the Blue Parasol"
Richardson was now intensely in
terested. There was a whole para
graph about her-no, nearly a column,
with huge black headlines which he
~ T.
ing.
Don't forget he began, starting
with characteristic go-luckiness
in the middle of the article, don't for
get that it is Manhattan beach. any
time from noon till sunset. She can
be seen on this page, and her parasol
will be blue. All you have to do is to
ask for $4,000 and she will hand it to
you.'"
Say, mister. I'd like to pull that out
Of the lucky-bag," said hard-faced
working man who clung to the strap
next his. That's what call good ad-
vertising"
what is 1t about?" demanded Rich
ardson, as the man traced a grimy fin-
ger over the page.
What's it about?" repeated the 9TH
er pityingly. why, don't you know
that the rHullabaloo' has sent that
young woman down to Manhattan
beach with a wad of $4,000. and that
the first person who spots her and asks
for 1t gets it?"
"But-why?" inquired Jack, petrified
with establishment. 81 don't mean why,
l mean-hey. conductor! Put me of
at Manhattan beach, do you hear?"
1--WE don't stop till we gets there"
answered the conductor with a plying
grin.
Fifteen minutes later a wild crowd
the beach. 1t was not a ceremonious
crowd. 1t pushed and jostled. and 1t
had a wild look upon its face. which
was raised toward the horizon in
search of blue parasols. But the wild
est of all was a certain inventor whose
long legs carried him in front OF all,
and whose long arms cleft PASSAGE
way for him as deftly as though they
were adjusted to screw-clamps. Out
distancing the crowd. which followed
him, as though scenting It's object in
his frenzied flight, he rushed up to the
front door of the hotel just as the
hands of the hotel clock pointed to the
hour Of 12.
From the swinging door emerged a
daintily dressed young woman. carry
ing blue parasol. and the crowd
yelled like steam siren.
Five yards ahead of the man near
est in pursuit of him, gigantic coal
HEAVIER with bow-legs, and seven yards
ahead of the next In order, a tall,
gaunt woman with a malevolent glare
in her eyes, and 10 yards ahead Of q
stout delicateesen proprietor, Jack
Richardson flung himself on Molly's
neck.
"Give 1t to me. for the Lords sake.
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