Evening star., 1914-03-01
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR MARCH 1. 1914

cough e' drops I want to tell you about
He spoke with fcrvor. The story Of his
brave deeds rose high to shatter the stars
apart. A half-hour passed while his pic
turesque "reminiscences flowed on. Alinot
sat enraptured-ilis eyes on the harbor
where the Lilcth, like painted ship, graccd
a painted ocean.
'"AIy boy" Trimmer was saying, Il have
made the public stop, look, and listen
When l get my last publicity in the shape
of an In N1emoriam' let them run that tag
on my headstone. And the story of me that
l guess will be told longest after am gone
is the one about the grape juice that L"
He paused His audience was not listen
ing; he felt it intuitivelv. Minot sat with
his eyes on the Lileth. In the bow of that
handsome boat a red light had been waved
three times.
"Mr. Trimmer" NIinot said, your tales
are more interesting than the classics" He
stood. "Some other time l hope to hear a
continuation of them. Just at present Lord
Harrowby-or Mr.. if you prefer-is wait
ing to hear what arrangement | have made
with you. You must pardon me.
81 can talk as we walk along said Trim
mer, and proved it. In the middle of the
deserted Plaza they separated.
AT the dark stage door of the Opera
House Trimmer sought his proposition.
"Who dyer mean" asked the lone stage
hand there.
George, Lord Harrowby," insisted Trim
mer.
"Oh-that bum actor Seen him going
away awhile back with two men that called
for him
Bum actor!" cried Trimmer Indignantly.
He stopped. 1.-TWO men-who were they"
The stage hand asked profanely how he
could know that, and Trimmer hurriedly
departed for the side street boarding house
where he and his fallen nobleman shared a
suite.
ABOUT the same time Dick Minot blithe-
\ 1y entered Lord Harrowby's apart
nents in the Hotel de la Pax.
well, he announced, "you can cheer up.
Little George is painlessly removed. He
sleeps tonight aboard the good ship Lileth,
thanks to the efforts of Martin Wall, as
sisted by yours truly He stopped and
stared in awe at his Lordship. whats the
matter with you?' he inquired.
Harrowby waved a hopeless hand. @Mi-
not, he said, "it was good of you; but while
you have been assisting me so kindly in that
quarter dIlOlleT tlll SledIeI DlON ldS
fallen
Good Lord! What" cried NIinot.
at is no fault of mine Harrowby be-
gan.
"On which would have gambled my inn
mortal soul,' Minot said.
al thought it was all over and done with
five years ago. l was young -sentimen-
tal-calcium light and grease paint and that
sort of thing hit me hard. l saw her from
the stalls-fell desperately in love-stayed
so for six months-wrote letters-burning
1etters-and now"
"Yes-and now?7
3Now she's here. Gabrielle Rose is here.
She's herewith the letters"
@Oh, for Cotrell's Ink Eraser!' A1inot
groaned.
@My man saw her downstairs" went on
Harrowby, mopping his damp forehead.
Fifty thousand she wants for the letters,
or she gives them to a newspaper and begins
to sue-at once-tomorrow.'
q suppose, said Minot, 3she is the usual
Gaiety girl?'
"Not the usual, old chap. Quite remark
able woman She'll do what she promises
trust her And 1 haven't a farthing.
Minot, it's all up now. There's no way out
of this"
NIinot sat thinking. Suddenly the tele-
phone rang.