The Washington herald., 1915-09-12

not to see He made Straight FOR the
main desk with its battalion of clerks
St Mf 4ouiss Grlesler in? Mr.. Ben Gsiebier.
The question set in motion the ho-
tefs ',sI slaboSate % system Of investigation.
That futile aI NToS qaestfon Snen ne Will be in:"
cant say He left no word Do you
this desk when he comes ino'
clerk. Why. usually they leave their
clerk. But Mr. Griebier @ aon seems sas n0Us 90
prefer the main desk"
"Tll-wait." said Jock. And seated
he In %s,eS Sns Of HE He great ss @ chairs
ish, while the laughing. chattering
crowd swept all about him. If you
sit long enough in that foyer. you will
Baraboo helps swell it, and Spokane.
and Berlin, and Budapest. and Pekin.
it is. so cosmopolitan. that if you sit
sra sharply m emo enough you Viii even M ''a see a
From door to desk Jocks eyes
swept The afternoon-tea crowd, in
paradise feathers. and furs., and frock
satin-shod. bejeweled. hurrying through
its Sssters; s,Wadilowins unbelisvabls
golden-brown drinks. and maroon
drinks. then gathering up it's furs and
rushing theaterwards. He was still sit
o'clock freshness somewhat sullied, its
sparkle a trife dimmed, swept back
for more oysters, more cloudy-amber
and golden-brown drinks.
At half-hour intervals. then at hour
ly intervals, the figure in the great
chair stirred. rose. and walked to the
HAS Mr.. Griebler come in?"
The supper throng. its laugh a little
ribald. its talk a shade high-pitched.
drifted towards the street. or was
thinned to an occasional group. Then
these became rarer and rarer. The re-
volving door admitted one man. or two,
the unaccustomed quiet of the great
glittering lobby.
The figure of the watcher took on
a pathetic droop. The eyelids grew
superhuman EFFORT The stare of the
new night clerks grew more and more
hostile and suspicious. A grayish pal
And those lines OF fRe hight before
stood out for all to see.
In the stiffness of the place the big
revolving door turned once more. COM
JOCKS eyes lifted heaViiy' RIysFhen Then thes ms
few. wide open. The dropping figure
Strengthened electrically. Half dozen
of Red %So in 4atses ss
ruffied and untidy. had blown in on
the wings Of the morning:
I've been waiting for you here since
dve o'clock last evening. 1t will soon
be five o'clock again: Win you let mo
show you those plans now?
Ben Griebler had surveyed Jock with
the stony calm of the out--of-town Wis
itor who is prepared to show surprise
early start" said Ben .Grie Bier. seaHS Come ns
on up to my room" Key in hand. he
imperceptible moment Jock paused.
Then, with little rush. he followed
the short. thick-set figure. Il knew
you looked like a conner. didn't Il"
while Griebler unlocked his door, door.
telephone receiver. "Whatn you have"
Nothing. Jock had cleared the cen
die of papers. He drew up two chairs.
Let's not waste any time" he said.
I've had a twelve-hour wait for this"
obedientiy Ben Griebier hung up the the;
very close to Jock.
began Jock Mcchesney: % and % his man; MAN.
ner was that of man who is sure of
himself It's a shirt;sleeye product.
shirt-sleeve standpoint Every gum
concern in the country has spent thou
sands sands Sntoa. on bet.erIthan-eandy, cam
candy and drug store article, and
that no man is going to push Ave-
cent package of gum at the sacrifice
n ha oil ~ terh 10 49, -
candy. But the health note is there,
if only you strike it right Now. here's
At six o'clock Ben Griebler. his n.s
tie shrewd eyes sparkling. his voice
more squeakily falsetto than ever, sur
veyed the youngster before him with
.This.this thing will actually sell
has ever been able to make the stun
Side Of three years every AIRY and inc
'Arriet in England'n be chewing it on
bank holidays: I don't know about Ger
ohalS aany an@ 90. uP Rs I'm Oask sofia hs
that. And what say goes Now Ri
tell you what I'll do. kid. I'll take you
| down to st. Louis with me, at a fig-
| ure that'n make your
aorN if You don't want the Berg
ing and tell 'em I've changed my
1 mind, see? The campaigns theirs, see?
| Then l refuse to consider any of their
! suggestions until l see your plan. And
when 1 see it 1 fall for it like a ton of
bricks. Old Berg'l1 never know. He's
so darned high h-principled-'
| Jock McChesney stood up. The little
\ drawn pinched look which had made
| his face so Queerly old was gone. His
eyes were bright. His face was flushed.
There. You've said it. I didn't real
| ize how raw this deal was until you
put it into words for me. I want to
4 . - l. -
| Berg is so darned high-principled that
two muckers like you and me. grovel-
| ing around in the dirt. can't even see
the tips of the heights to which his
| ideals have scared. Don't stop me.
| know I'm talking like a book But
| feel like something that has just been
| kicked out into the sunshine after hav-
| ing been in Jail"
you're tired" said Ben Griebler
snaps after a long tension"
| Jocks fiat palm came down among
| the papers with a crack.
| You bet something snapsi 1t has
| just snapped inside me" He began
quietly to gather up the papers in an
| orderly little way.
| What's that for" inquired Griebler.
y mean that I'm going to go home
wouldn't get on il you did. You don't
| talk the same language. Then I'm
| going to have a cold bath, and hot
breakfast. And then. Griebler. I'm
| going to take this stuff to Bartholo-
/ NEW Berg and tell him the whole
nasty business. He'll see the humor of
II z lyr ha' AvA