The Washington times., 1915-12-19
The New Adventure Of
J. ]. Rufus WaIlingford
Read It Here NOw--Then See Ii in Moving Pictures


twirling his pointed mustache, and
studying J. Rufus quizzically.. ~ r.
Cant sort him." returned J. Rufus
Wallingford, equally puzzled. Crook,
though. Tell It by his Irregularities, that
walk. the set of his eyes. his ears---7-'''.
t'Well, L didn't tell II that way" in
terrupted Blackie. Il know he's, a
crook, because he Is. Little Stranger il
the man we've been hunting"
Not Percy! lin was stunned for a
moment. then he chuckled,. what a
pleasant meeting-for Little Stranger
Little Stranger was not there at the
beginning OF the next race: but as Lady
Lou streaked past the judges, an easy
winner over the field by three lengths,
there was a mumblng Just back Of the
big. pink-faced Jim and the lean Jump
nE-Dack on the fence-the small man.
implorinR to the very last for some
winner
"Oh, guess I'm a boob!" exulted J.
hufus, turning his round and radiantly
Pe9aming countenance on Mr.. Daw and
Gentlemen, produce! And And smiieF' . A'
That wasn't in the bet," objected
Blackie, relinquishing his hundred, and
at at that moment, both Mr.. Daw and MIR.
Wallingford turned In response to a
low gurglc from Little Stranger. His
hand was in his hip-pocket, and there
wa, was green pallor on his face, green
glaze i'm his eyes.
i've been touchedY' he husked.
somebody lifted my leather!'
Blackie and Wallingford looked at
each other speculatively; Blackie grim
ned. b.,
''well, such things will happen. Mr..
Welsh" said wallingford. with a sus-
picion of snarl. 'If you will leave
your pocketbook exposed, just before
you have to pay a bet Mr.. Welsh, we
n lFn flNn NJ
Welsh.
The small man, his green pallor turn
ing to purple Indignation, was strug-
Cling for speech
II get rolled for four hundred. and the
only consolation I have is for a fresh
tat man to call me welsher! Would
/ have come back here II l had intended
to welsh on this bet No living man can
put a finger on a crooked act of mine!"
How about dead one," suggested
Blackte, and keen Jim Wallingford
lifted his eyebrows as he saw on the
countenance Of Mr.. Hutch a leeting
something.
y swallow my words" apologized ].
Rufus genially.
Thanks" returned the insuIted one,
are going into the city after the next
race. I'd like to have you stop at my
office and get that hundred"
Blackie ,Daw, standing just beside
Of Little Stranger, poked J. Rufus in
the ribs. Things were coming too easy
for them.
"AlI right. SPORT agreed walIingford,
his big. round face pink with gratifica-
1t was a dim and musty office into
which Mr. Hutch ushered his chance
acqualntances of the race-track, and on
the floor lay five letters, the accumu-
lation of three days. as ]. Rufus no.
ticed later from the postmarks. Appar-
emily. Mr.. Hutch had but small business
in his office. He busted a space on his
book. which he drew from a drawer;
and while he was writing, the visitors
| inspected and catalogued, and sorted
| everything in. the place-a rusty safe, a
row of dusty .letter-files, a broken letter
press. a long disused typewriter. desk.
, four chairs, and an ancient horsehair
Icouch-nothing else. On the safe,
Amos Lundy;" on several of the let
| ter-files, "Lundy Estate" on several
more. Richard Lundy;" on a few, "P.
| w. Hutch. PERSONAL" on the glass
panel of the door. up. w. Hutch, Attor-
HeX"
announced the attorney, with the air OF
one who stands clear before the world
He looked at a blot of ink on his finger
Excuse me for a minute"
| The heads of Mr.. Daw and Mr.. Wal,
| lingford came together instantly as Mr.
Hutch stepped into the washroom
| When Mr.. Hutch came out, his ac
quaintances of the race track had turn
pleasure at the return of Mr.. Hutch
and the broad-chested WallingforC
grasped Little Stranger warmly by thu
hand.
I'VE owe you a dinner. sport" h,
urged. You should have that much O
q rake-of on a rough day. Come out
and we'll open bottle of bubbles"
II.
Wonderful entertainers. Mr.. WaIIinp
ford and Mr.. Daw. A dinner for Mr.
Hutch; an evening at the theater will
Mr.. Hutch; supper to Mr.. Hutch;
pitality on tap all the time, but at tn,
end of three days the entertainment
committee withdrew into Wallingford'
sing red heart of Broadway, and glum
med The pretty Warden orphans hal
been sent out 20 frame" a spirit me
dium scare for Percy. but even the afte
world was Of no interest to hard Hutch
If you can't do any business with thi
squint-eyed runt, why don't you cal
him?' grumbled the friend of the com
mlttee-a man so bald-headed that h
hat on-Onion Jones.
DO your whimpering outside" OBJ
JeGted Blackie Daw, sitting in a corner
with his chin resting on his pointe,
Inustache, We're here to discuss 'Hol
low Hutch"
",'Hollow's' right! rumbled ]. Rufus
walking the moor In scoWling meditation
II think his legs are hollow. We'y
poured enough six-dollar champaign
into that human sponge to flush :Fiftl
avenue, and 1t goes everywhere but I,
MS head. You know, l think that gu,
} forgets his secrets"
He's a hollow NUT" Blackie locke,
his lean fingers "You can't get hin
!; picked enough TO even Acknowledges tha
he had a mother"
, Can him. again urged onion Jones
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