The Washington times., 1915-12-19

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"Cah him. and sign up a live onel If
you guysll tust come down with me %
Wob Tonys and let me steer YOU
against this spinach whlskered pump
/ kin-husker l told YOU about"
'Iay down and roll overt" ordered
,J. Rufus You can't expect to stack
classy commercial people against a
hundred-d dollar hick lust because you
want sandwich money. Now, this Hutch
has saccess to regular coin. and "
know anything about a face, he's a
law-breaker. II we turn him over, he
might as we'll have lost his voice, so
! far as a chance to holler is concerned.
How do we pull his factsy
RoSsh 1d stuff n say ~ oaTr,Ss GGSnsseS snS
papers on him. Bermuda. and take him
mot me: your hastily interposed
onion. 81 worked In the State saddle
| factory once. and that's enough. Any
| how, l Sin't any thief"
Then duck!" Blackle looked at his
watch and rose. "A certain party Is
! due here in twenty minutes to be en-
ltertalned. and he mustn't sduint your
| couldn't be identified is in a field OF
white pumpkins"
Onion rose with reluctance.
"Ain't 1 in on this play at alp
dryly. "If you're getting too high
brow. to go to the mat with sucker
for his entire bank-roll, your Uncle
Horace is still Young
when Onion had departed with bor~
rowed twenty, Jim turned to Blackle.
What ID this new hopper" he demand
ed.
Leave IL to mev' And there was the
snap of glee in the beRdy black eyes.
mot II you're cooking up any strohg, e
never saw the inside OF a tail but once,
and / got my first gray hairs just
wanting to get out.
You didn't get your streak OF yei-
low there" retorted Blackie. You TOOK
that in with you. Now listen to me;
I'm going to have the goods on Hutch
| before / 20 to bed tonight, ana you
help. The girls are waiting for MS
forty thousand. and I'm whetted. RING
for a drinkl"
''What'll you haye?" asked WRlling-
ford, going to :he phone.
| Anything" grinned Blackie. II want
alcohol on my breath when Percy gets
| here"
When Mr.. Hutch came blithely and
| eagerly to be entertained, at no expense
| to himself, he found Wallingford his
clear-eyed and genial self; but the usu-
ally clipper Blackie Daw, redolent OF
| whisky, the fumes of which rose chiefly
| from the lapels of his coat, sat nodding
in chair. He loused himself instantly,
however, and grabbed Mr.. Hutch by the
| hand.
"Glad to see you, SPORT" he greeted
the visitor with thick cordiality. Lets 3
i go out and get an appetite
| Mr.. Daw was rather nuisance that
afternoon. He was usually the life of
| the party, but now he was deadener,
| and, moreover, a constant source OF
humiliation to his companions. He went
| to sleep in leather-padded hooks in sew
/ eral hotel bars, and he constantly went
to sleep in the limousine, though when
ever the machine stopped he woke with
a jerk. They couldn't lose him from the
party. No, sir!
In the office of Mr.. Hutch, where ].
Rufus invariably left something to come
after the next day. tired nature at last
| had it's way. Mr.. Daw stumbled to the
| old horse-hair couch, pillowed his head
on the hard wooden arm, and had start
ed to snOre before he could cross his
| arms.
! Wallingford had to get to the bank.
Suppose they left Daw here for half an
hour or so. Mr.. Hutch looked to the
right: he looked to the left; he looked
at Mr.. Daw. He shook Mr.. Daw again
a lifeless lump, except for that even,
unbroken snore. Perhaps 1t would be
best to let Mr.. Daw recuperate from
his intense fatigue.
| slumberer snored on and on for a solid
two minutes; then he suddenly opened
his bright black eyes, grinned, Jumped
up, and bolted the door. AS swiftly and
as silently as a cat he crossed to the
safe, stopped down and took hold of tho
knob, with his long, sensitive fingers
He turned the knob slowly, his heaC
cooked sidewise, his ears listening In
tently for the click OF the tumblers; and
when, at last. the door swung gently
open there came on his face a smiling
beatitude which was almost angelic.
III.
Blackie Daw was still snoring wheI
Z his companions returned to the office
and since he was totally useless for th'
purposes Of entertainment. they tool
him to WalllnEford's hotel to lay him
away; and Onion Jones came anNiously
out of his concealment In Jim's dressing
room as Mr.. Hutch departed from Jim'f
= parlor.
Rough stun wins" exulted BlGckie
I raising from the bed with one jerk and
, exhibiting an astounding case of quick
] recuperation. II had the time of my
3 life burgling. II were younger. I'd sc
into the business"
3 "Aw. cheese!" grunted Onion Jones
( "Is this guv alive or dead"
IT'S a romance. Hollow Hutch's only
business is the estate of the late Amos
= TIundY Percy gets two thousand a veal
:. for that And he's been spending ter
2 Thousand a year which he Is supposed
to be sending the heir. one PicharC
Lundy."
Where's Richard'" inquired walIing
I ford. "Dead?"
8 "Nobody knowp; but it's a stron:
: chance. The first quarterly remittance
= was returned from South Africa fv,
years ago. Hutch held back tho checi
cashed them, and he hasn't worked
!. !. sinoe. His steal from the Warden es
. tate was side bet"
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