The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1915-03-11
The four of them protested manful.

said RrittOn. why not place Il tall
ladder in the courtyard and crawl In
through one Of the win,lows?"
"Splendld:. That's what we'll do:'
| cried enthusiastically. "And now
<. Mrs. S, hmick. The early bird catch
rs the worm. you know"
Twill YOU see the American ladies
and gentlemen who are coming tOlnOr-
row to pick out the
Eyes. III see them" said I. compress
ing nv iips. "l,Onl let me oversleep,
RrittOn.
II sLan't sir" said he.
hut did. Get mp. sir. If you
please" I'ritton repeated the third
time. "The party Of Americans is be
low. sir. r,lmmagin@ about the place"
where is iooIendyke:" cried.
Ieaping out Of bed.
"Mr i'ool'endyke is in despair. sir.
He has tried to explain that nothing is
for sale. but the gentlemen say they
are onto his game. They go right on
yanking things about and putting their
own prices on them and reserving
them"
"llI-Tll put stop to all this" |
grated. seeing red for an in ant.
And the ladies. sir! There are three
of them. all from New York city. and
they keep on saying they are complete
~ overjoyed. sir Your great sideboard
in the dining room is to 20 to Mrs.
Riley Werkheiner, ana the hall seat
that the first baron used to throw his
armor on when he came in from
'Grent snakes!.'' ! roared. ''rhey
haven't moved it. have they? 1t will
fall to pieces"
mo. sir. They are piling sconces and
candelabra aud andirons on it. regard
less OF what Mr.. Poopendyke says.
You'd better hurry, sir. Here is your
collar and neckhe"-
Il don't want EN-. Where the dick
ems are my -trousers?"
His face fell Being pressed, sir.
God forgive me!'
Get out another pair. confound you.
Britton: What are we coming too?'
he began rummaging in the huge
clothespress, all the while regaling me
with news from the regions below.
mir. Poopcndyke has gone up to his
room, sir, with his typewriter. The
young lady insisted ON having it. She
sqnealed with Joy ut seeing al antique
typewriter. and he-he had to run
away with it, 'pon my soul he did.
SIR
couldn't help laughing.
And your golf clubs. Mr.. Smart.
The young gentleman of the party is
perfectly carried away with them. He
says they're the real thing. the genuine
sixteenth century article. They are Il
bit rusted. you'll remember. left him
out in the courtyard trying your
brassie and midiron. sir. cndeavoring
to loft potatoes over tue south wall. |
succeeded in hiding the balls. sir. Just
us l started upstairs | heard one OF the
new window panes in the banquet halt
smash. sir. SO ! take it he must have
sliced his drive bit.
who let these people in:" demand
cd in smothered tones from the depths
OF sweater | was getting into In or
der to gain time by emitting Il collar.
"'rhey came in with the plumbers.
sir. at half past g. Old man Schmick
tried to keep him out. but they said
they didn't understand German and
walked right by, leaving their donkeys
in the roadway outside
Couldn't Rudolph and Max stop
them?" ] cried as my head emerged.
"'Thcy were still In bed. sir. think
they're at breakfast now.
Good Lord:' | groaned. looking at
my watch. Mine thirty! What sort
Of a rest cure am conducting here?"
lost one OF my bedroom slippers. II
went gathering on ahead of us. max
ing Il shameful racket on the bare
stones. but Rritton caught it up in
time TO save it from the clutches OF
the curio vandais.
Two gentlemen wearing fedoras were
standing in the middle of the great hal
discussing the merits of q dingy old
Spinet that had been carried out of the
music room by two lusty porters from
the hotel.
AS | came up ! heard one of the
strangers say to the other:
well. if you don't want it I'll take
it. My wife says it can be made int
writing desk with Il little"
81 beg your pardon, gentlemen, sale
l, confronting them. will YOU b'
good enough to explain this intrusion:'
They stared at me as IT We're ;
servant asking for higher wages. Th
speaker. Il man with Il bristly mus
tache and Il red nccktie. drew himsel
up haughtily.
"Who are you:" he demanded, fix
| ing me with Il glare.
CHAPTER III.
Tho Real Owner.