The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-08-15

Don't know anything about Horse.
racing" said Charley stubbornly.
Neither do l." Mr. Crisp assured him
You don't have to. But Ben knows. II
he'd tip Us off. it's good as money in the
bank. How about it. Benz"
Let him alone. Clarence" reproved
Mr.. Goggins. "Mebbe he's got scruples
against it, and I for one respect a man S
scruples. if they amt no bigger than
bumps on the jelly
He emptied his glass. stretched him
self and got up. Mr.. Crisp sought to de-
tain him.
You amt leaving? I wanted to ask
you about the Derby. Sit down, Ben.
The bottles going begging"
Mr.. Goggins declined the invitation
firmly
Cant. Got to see Gus belmont at I.
and it's $50 now. Got to turn this Doodle
over to him. He's a hundred and fifty
thousand to the good on the days work.
Pleased to have met you, gents. So
long"
He nodded pleasantly and walked
away. Mr.. Teeters finished his second
glass. and with it spoke his mind.
I amt breaking out with kale so as
I got to call a DOCTOR" he avowed, but
1 got a hundred I could stand to see
something happen to-"
Mr.. Crisp cast his humorous eye upon
him.
Why mott" he quizzed. Car fare
comes in handy in this town I'm going
to play Ben Goggins' tip tomorrow. If
you want me to I'll put you on with
mine"
Mr.. Teeters hesitated. This elegantly
attired stranger was. after all. but a
stranger. and a hundred dollars was two
nly-' olp,- ell ~
Charley. but received no encouragement.
Mr.. Carter merely consulted his watch
and went on smoking. Mr.. Teeters slow
" slipped his hand into his inside vest
pocket. and right there his doubts took
wing Mr.. Crisp waved him down.
Never mind the money. old scout.
Hold up your finger, that's good enough
for me Wen settle after the race. It's
the Rirebien you're staying at, isn't It?
That's where they had you in the pa
pers."
Yes" Mr.. Teeters told him. much re-
Iteved.
Good. I'll run in tomorrow evening
after dinner. Fill your glass and we'll
drink to luck. Won't you join us. Mr.
Carter? Just one before you go?"
No" Charley answered, but with a
grin. Not that stuff. Too expensive.
Cost me hundred thousand dollars once.
One bottle"
The Kelpie lay of the foot Of West
Eighty-sixth street in the Columbia
Yacht Club basin. Only a prince or plu-
tocrat could keep such a craft in COM
mission.
Dorothy and her guests sat around I'M
der the awning aft drinking their cof-
fee The party. however. was not COM
plete. Mr.. Samuel Drew was the miss
ing member. He had sent Dorothy a tele
gram at the last moment, and It read
rather curiously. to wit:
'DreadfulIy sorry. Sudden illness con-
fines me to bed. Bon voyage"
This, we repeat, read rather curiously
in view of the fact that the lawyer was
seen in apparent robust health by Mr..
Teddy Ball-himself unseen-at Il o'clock
that day.
Mr.. Ball had called to him. but it did
not carry. and he went on. Dorothys
invitation was for l o'clock, and he was
Of no mind to be late. Again, Mr.. Drew's
was filed at Has. which added
to its oddly; for, II would seem, the gem
tleman was not stricken until some time
after he had sent the telegram conveying
the distressing news. Things like these
cause comment and they were reverting
10 It now on the Kelpie.
inc man CoCglnS US, asseVerateo
Mr.. Link.
Mr.. Teeters who mad been uncannily
1uiet awed by his strange surroundings.
opened his mouth at this tuncture and.
as many another man has done. put his
foot IN II.
It's Come-On he's doing the bo-peep
with Drew's afraid he'll have to come
across with the coin Charley's Uncle
Billy left him. Two millions"
What" whooped Teddy Ball do
you mean to say. Charley, you haven't
got the money yet? Why, the Scream
all the papers-prtnted 1t. How Drew
'ound you-oh mother
Huh" growled Mr.. Link so it's
hat
Mr.. Teeters, aghast at what he had
lone. wtggled his mustache and eyed
harley apprehensively. He was not COM
nunica tive about his affairs. The world
had accepted him as a millionaire de
'acto. and he had let 1t go at that Mr..
Teeters, knowing his chief. had also kept
/ rein on his tongue in this regard: and
low unthinkingly, he had hlurted out
he secret. But happily Charley did not
'esent it: quite the contrary. in fact
Good boy. Skeeters," he applauded. |
Kept it a whole year. Medal coming to |
'ou'
Il don't get the drift of all this" put |,
n Mr.. Grant. looking from one to the
,ther OF the two young men.
Long story" Charley explained. |
'Tiresome Tell it. Percy. Your job. |
Secretary
Thus commanded Mr. Teeters embark |
d upon the narrative. adjoining 1t as he |
vent along with felicitous terms of
peech peculiarly his own. When he had
nished. Dorothy whose eyes dwelt on
harley in a way Mr.. Ball found himself
oveting. SAID softly:
so from Just ten thousand dollars you
ave made a million in q year."
Not yet. Nearly forty thousand shy"
,ha riley corrected her.
1T isn't the money-you viii make the
est" She waved 1t aside as a thing ac-
omplished Tits your cleverness."
Luck" Charley interrupted. Came
~ way. Couldn't help It And he
'ished to give due credit-'Drew was
ad money. Tried to get It, I got
heirs Simple
That's all very we'll" said Mr.. Grant
But how about these two millions?
lave you seen your uncle's will?''
Yes. Didn't read It though. Trouble
ook Mr.. Drew's word he replied. Had
, make my starter grow"
There was an odd look in Charley's
azel eyes. Mr.. Drew had noticed 1t
here at times when the late Mr.. William
Ialsted's millions were up for discus
on. Mr.. Grant. studying the boy, put
question to him.
What do you honestly think Of it,
harley? The starter business doesn't
ing just true. somehow. You don't
link Drew-eh?"