Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-03-14
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uIlle PIE SnelNeS, minute DN minute, nOuT
after hour, until seven at night, when the
in the pie pen,-them shelves in front and
the pie racks behind you. Now there's Scutt
Muller, of the sandwiches-he can CAB all
he wants with Becky Rabowitz on the dish
washin' machine, and Mrs. Moran at the
tea and coffee urns. They're always at it.
But I'm shut in with them blamed pies,-
apple, cocoanut, pumpkin, and the rest.
Can't even see the customers out front, and
| only know when the rush hour begins by
the way the shelves empty. lit amt
human that's all! I'm no machine got
feelings and thoughts and-and-"
"And ambitions, eh2" says |, helpn him
"Whyy, yes" says he; "oi course-am-
bitions."
"Suci as WHAT" says l.
"We-e-e-ll," says he kind of draggy, d
can't rightly tell maybe; but II want to
see life, and be out where things are doing,
and have folks know who l am: not hid
away in little pie coop where"
81 get the idea" says |. sand after your
talk with Mr.. Steele he took you somewhere
"To his club" says Wilbur.
made you feel like a regular guy,
that did, 1 expect says l. "And when
he left you you got to thinkin' about
this dinner party of the Twombley Cranes,
eh?"
II was wondering what it would be
like, at a swell country house," admits
Wilbur.
$50 you hunts us up?" goes on. "But
from the road you couldn't get much of a
view. Then you drifts in and-say, what
was it gave you that burglar bunch, any
way?"
"A shadow on one of the upstairs window
shades" he admits sheepish. II thought
might be called into the dining room and
asked to tell about it while they sent for the
police. l didn't think the women would
make such a holy row."
"What you wanted, Wilbur, was to pull a
sensation, eh?" says l. Saint that about
the size of it, now?"
"Ye-e-es, suppose it was, says he. "But
that's no crime, is it.!
be out of jail? But there's other ways, Will
bur, of achievin the limeight besides throw
in scare into perfectly good dinner party.
III admit you did it well. Maxim them
footprints was an artistic touch. But you re
wastin' your talents. Now how would you
like, for instance, to chuck the pie depart
ment and go down to South America with a
movin' picture compny?"
"Honest?" gasps Wilbur.
straight goods, says L. ut S this way:
Me and Mr.. Steele are commissioned to do
you good turn on account of that bootin
you got from Gordon. And Steele, he's
director in concern that's just maxim up
an outfit to 60 down there and cook up a big
feature film. They're goin' to blow up a
steamboat, wreck biplane, start forest
fire, and get a thousand-foot reel of a hand
to-hand battle with boa constructor. If
you'll take on the job, you can figure in a
big sensation about four times week. And
think of the folks that'll be thrilled for
months after, the thousands watchin' the
screens-watchin' you! Eh2 Now how about
it,"
Wilbur's bat ears almost hutter with emo
ton as he leans forward listenin eager.
""Could-could you get me out past that
fat woman?" he asks.
"'rhe Countess? Sure!' says l.
"1f you can, I'll take the job, says he.
7 DID too, smugglin him out through the
back But it took some eXplainin' to
that indignant bunch of females when they
found I'd turned him loose. Even after I've
shown EN- how Wilbur only did it to create
little stir and get himself talked about
they was still mad as hops.
"The colossal impudence of him!" snorts
Countess Carona. Throwing us all into
panic merely to attract attention to his in