The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-05-11
PROVlNG IT TO "PQP'
BY GEORGE MUNsoN.
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The genial actor-manager had score
of Offices In different cities, but, O.
course, New York was his headquar-
ters. There some dozen young men
arranged his numerous affairs, re-
drafted plays, shooed on fair appli-
cants and. in the interim of their du-
ties. bitten by the strange, Unsuitable
stage lust. begged the kindly old man
to try them out at the same salary to
start.
Robertson had been the most per-
sistent. Perhaps he might In time
have worried Pop" Garrison to give
him walking part; but he came
down with appendicitis. and one morn
ing his desk was empty, and only a
pathetic scrawl from Mrs. Robertson
indicated that he was In the hospital.
Sure! Pay him each week till he
gets well" said Garrison to the cash
Ter. His wife writes she'll be down
each Saturday to collect. Pay her
when she comes in"
Promptly at noon on Saturday a
plump, fiuffy-haired little blonde pre-
sented herself at the cashiers desk.
She wrote her receipt in a laborious
hand and took her twenty-five dollars
gratefully.
Hello! How did you get in here?
We don't want any ladies in any
thing" sung out Pop Garrison.
I'm Edna Robertson" said the lit
tie woman demurely. my husband"
Good lord, beg your pardon,
said Garrison. How is your
husband? Doing well? I'm glad OF
that. Tell him HIS desks waiting TO
him as soon as he's back again"
Nice little woman" he commented
to the cashier Il didn't know Robert.
son was married, come to think of It.
II had wife like that rd-Id go of
my head"
Every week for month little Mrs.
duly appeared at the cash
ler's window promptly at twelve on
received the money and
signed for 1t.
On the fifth Saturday she did not
appear. But In the afternoon there
appeared, In place Of her. slim and
rather tall brunette. She made her
way to the cashiers window.
Il have come for my husbands
she announced.
"Eh?r asked the cashier.
MY name is Flora Robertson, and
there's five weeks pay coming" she
Pop happened to be passing through.
and he came up at the sound of the
woman's excited tones. The cashier
eft his cage.
This lady says she is Mrs. Robert
,on. and she wants five weeks sal
ary." said the cashier
Pop had weathered many a crisis.
md his nerve did not desert him now.
Pay Mrs. Robertson by all MEANS"
le said. addressing the angry woman.
And how Is your husband? Better,
hope?" he continued
II hope SO AS wen as he deserves
o be, anyway" answered wife No. Q.
Do you know what was the matter
With him."
"Ap-appendicitis. understood"
hammered Pop Garrison, striving to
etain his self-control
Nope. Bad temper. 1t went to his
nsides," she returned Say, young
nan, you hand out that money before
his gink has time to change his
mind" she added to the cashier
And, clasping her money TO her bo-
ON. she stalked out Of the Office, leav.
ng the two men fiabbergasted.
well, I'm" said Pop.
Ditto here.' returned the other.
What am to charge 1t to--oyerhead.
fr Carlson"
No. Put it down TO petty cash." re-
lrned the old actormanager. Lord,
hadn't been boy myself once
ut it's too bad. too badl"
And Pops head dropped mournfully
8 he went back into his den, and he
efused to see anybody at all during
lie remainder OF the day.
On the Monday morning, bright and
arly, Joe Robertson was at his desk.
Ie had been there about half minute
hen the cashier came up to him
The old man wants to see you.
,e," he said. Say. you'd best fix up
,me sort of explanation in your mind,
ID man"
Joe, looking pretty well scared.
ent into Garrison's den. The old
an rose up and looked at him with
heavy paternal air.
II wouldn't have thought 1t of you.
,e," he said. shaking his head.
Joe Robertson pulled hundred and
dollars from his right-hand
ousers pocket. Then he pulled a
indred and twenty-five from his left
Ind trousers pocket. He slammed
e whole sum down on the desk un-
II. Pops eyes. Pop stared at the Y
oney, made a grab for it. and put it
,wn.
Joe chuckled "Ain't | the best fe-
ale impersonator you've ever seen?"
J acked. Say, Mr.. Garrison. blondy
as me. And brunetta was me also.
n not married-but | hope to be
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