The Washington herald., 1915-07-25

ately.
Say, how are you planning to give
away the money. my dear young Chris
tian friend?"
Charley thought minute.
Dollar apiece" he answered.
The Scream man laughed hooking
ly.
why. you boob. you couldn't
squeeze the mob inside the Hippo
drome if it was twice as big. And if
you could, they'd wreck it as soon
as you began to shell your corn. I
know these Weary Willies' artless
ways. my son; they'd make a prairie
full of wild bulls look like pet lambs
compared to EN-"
Gee" said Charley. Never thought
of that. Up stump
I'VE got to DO it some way, vowed
Mr.. Teeters who was finishing his sec
ond glass. whats the matter with me
skating up one side of the Bowery
and Charley up the other feeding it
out as we slide along?"
"Oh, nothing-nothing at ALL" jeer-
ed the sporting editor. They'd only
have to call out the reserves; and
the Island"
Merry Moses" yapped Mr.. Teeters.
reaching for the bottle Cant you
give away a box of greens in this
bum burg without getting bawled out
for it?"
Not the way Charley wants to do
it." returned Teddy.
Bet you a hundred" said Charley,
unperturbed by this line of argument.
Must he a way. Got to think it up"
Let me get you straight" earnest
ly requested Mr.. Ball. You are going
to pass out yourself-individual
dollars each to a thousand people be-
tween Tuesday morning and Wednes-
day night? Is that right
Charley nodded. Mr.. Ball hurriedly
rammed his hand into his inside
pocket
Don't move" he begged Look
pleasant. I'm going to take you"
He pulled out a checkbook. uncap-
ped a fountain pen and began to
write.
I've got little of that Paper Col
lar money left" he chuckled. TIL send
along another century to swell it up
hit"
Mr.. Teeters decreased his third glass
to an irreducible minimum. and be-
gan feeling in his pockets also.
You can't bluff me-" he Dragged.
Il got some of that Collar stuff my
self When me and Come-On start
we play it to the knock
out"
My, My" staggered Mr.. Ball. Hear
the Skeeters buzz. What Merry
Christmas my bank account is going
to have"
There were three books on the table
now: for Charley, a; Mr.. Balls first
move, had quietly proceeded to make
good his wager. When the checks
were all written the newspaper man
swept them to one side and weighed
them down with the saltcellar.
Well leave them in the Office when
We go out" he said. Now, boys"
he turned serious all at once-"you
know there's a story for me in this,
don't YOU"
Hey" croaked Mr.. Teeters. Story"
Charley looked at Mr.. Ball. frankly
puzzled.
Don't quite get you" he stated.
Only making Christmas presents"
20 my suffering soul" moaned the
Scream man. They don't see 1t. Look
me in the eye" he commanded them
austerely. Even in New York when
some one takes ten thousand dollars
and scatters 'em all over the land
scape it's apt to attract attention
People mention it to one another, you
know. by way of making conversation.
And they like to read about 1t. Now
| don't want to pick this plum till it's
ripe. understand"
Charley nodded grave1y.
Get you now. Want 10 print it."
safe hit" commended Mr.. Ball. Il
could make a yell about it today and
tell what you're going to do. But
that's not the point-its how you're
going to do it that rings the bell. This
story is my meat. and I'm going to
serve it up sizzling hot in the Scream
tomorrow with all-alone sauce. It's
what they call scoop. dear Children
of the Abbey. and I'm the scooper.
Does that reach you?"
Sure" said Charley. Keep it mum.
friend. Anything to oblige."
Mr.. Teeters cackled vinously, and
was about to add a word of wit to
all this wisdom when from the adj
smote him dumb.
bald-headed young man of a
and pale and pimply visage
strobe boisterously in. He wasi dressed
in the last cry of fashion, and obvi-
ously had been holding close COM
with evil spirits-though the
Ia bel on the bottle said otherwise. II
was not this gentleman's unlovely ia
cial aspect that silenCed Mr.. Teeters,
nor yet his clothes which struck his
fancy smartly: it was a sheaf of yell
low bank notes he waved above his bur-
nished crest. as If he would make a halo
for It
Several men had followed on the
heels of this apparition and stood
ranged about him like a chorus. One
Of them Erinned at Teddy Ball and
made motions, entirely superf1uous.
ierogatory to the pimply persons So
briefly.
Name is Arthur Arlington. In on a
card. Old man left him twenty mill
lions"
Mr.. Ball impaired this informa ton !
soto voce behind his hand to his COM |
pa MONS, while Mr.. Arlington stood
leering at them and seeking for some
which might electrify his
new audience. He found it finally.
I'm from Pittsburgh" he proclaim |
ed. |
Pittsburgh" Mr.. Ball cooked a SOL
emn eye at his mates. Pittsburgh?
Ever heard Of it,
''Ha, Ha" laughed Mr.. Arlington |
Funny as a funeral, amt
you? Pennsylvania in Pittsburg. i'll
you want to know, and it's where the
1ead-game sports come from"
He strutted over to them and looked
them up and down challengingly.
'Dead-game sports" he repeated.
BET on anything-from how far a |
jellyfish can jump Toto he veer- |