Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-11-22

Minot laughed. "Why?'
II was just wondering-if It made
everybody feel queer. The way II
makes me feel Ever since / o'clock
l ought never to say tive felt ms
though everything was over. I've
seemed old-oldr' She clinched her
fists and spoke almost in terror. ~
don't want to grow old. I'd hate ftp
at was here" said Minot softly
Ponce de Leon sought the fountain of
| youth. When you came up was pre-
tending the one splashing out there
was that very fountain ITSELF
"If 1t only werer" the girl cried. "Oh
you could never drag me away from
1t! But it isn't. It's supplied by the
San Marco waterworks, and there's
meter ticking somewhere, I'm sure
And now, Mr.. Minot'-
II know. You mean the $35 paid
our driver. 1 wish you would write
me check. I've a reason"
"Thank you. l wanted to-so much
I'll bring it to you soon."
She was gone, and Minot sat staring
into the palms. his lips firm, his hands
gripping the arms OF his chair. Sud.
| denly, with q determined leap, he was
! on his feet.
A moment later he stood at the tele.
graph counter in the lobby, writing in
bold, flowing characters a message for
Mr.. John Thacker on a certain seven.
teenth floor, New York:
I resign. will stay on the Job until q
| substitute arrives but start him when you
| get this. RICHARD MINOT.
The telegram sent, he returned to bis
veranda chair to think. Thacker would
be upset of course. But, after all,
Thacker's claim on him was not such
that he must wreck his life's happi-
see that.
The red glow of cigar near by drew
closer as the smoker dragged his chair
across the veranda floor. Minot saw
behind the glow the keen face of a
man eager for talk.
"Some scene, isn't it?' said the
stranger. "Sort of makes the musical
comedies look cheap. ALL it needs is
seven stately chorus ladies walking
out from behind that palm down p the
| left and it would have Broadway lash.
ed to the mastg
"Yes," replied Minot absently. "This
is the real thing"
"I've been sitting here thinking" the
other went on. "It doesn't seem to me
this place has been advertised right
Why, there are hundreds of people up
north whose windows look out on sun.
set over the brewery-people with
money, too-who'd take the first train
for here il they realized the picture
were looking at now. Get some good
hustler to tell 'em about it, He
paused. "I hate to talk about myself,
but say-ever hear of Bunkers ink
eraser? Nothing ever written Bunker
can't erase. Will not soil or scratch
the paper. If the words Bunker has
erased were put side by side
Selling 1tT" Minot inquired YEARLY
mo. But made that eraser. Put It
on every desk between Ne8 York and
the rolling Oregon. After that land.
ed Helot's bottled sauces. And then
Patterson's lime juice. Puckered every
mouth in America. Advertising is my
specially"
$50 I gather"
"Sure as you sit here. Have a cigar.
Trimmer is my name-never mind the
Jokes - Henry Trimmer, advertising
specialist. Is your business fabbyi
Does it need tonic? Try Trimmer.
Quoting from my letterhead." He lean.
ed closer. Excuse personal ques.
ton, but didn't l see you talking with
Miss Cynthia Meyrick while back%
Possibly"
Mr.. Trimmer came even closer.
Engaged to Lord Harrowby, un.
derstand."
81 believe so''-
young fellow"-Mr. Trimmer's tone
was exultant-"I can't keep in any
longer. l got proposition in tow so
big it's bursting my brain cells, and 1t
takes some strain to do that. No; ]
can't tell you the exact nature of it,
but / will say this-tomorrow nj. ht
this time I'll throw a bomb in this ho-
tel so loud it'll be heard round the
world"
IAN anarchist?"
mot on your life-advertiser And
I've got something to advertise this hot
February, take 1t from me. Maybe
you're friend Of Miss Meyrick. Well,
I'm sorry. For when spring my little
surprise I reckon this Harrowby we'd
ding is going to shrivel up and fade
away"
"You mean to say you-you're going
to stop the weddingf"
81 mean to say nothing. Watch me.
Watch Henry Trimmer. Just a tip,
young fellow. Well, I guess I'll turn
In. Get some of my best ideas In bed.
See you later"
And Mr.. Trimmer strobe into the cir
Gle of light, a fine outstanding figure
of a man, to pass triumphantly out of
sight among the palms. Dazed, Dick
Minot stared after him.
A voice spoke his name. He turned.
The slim white presence again, holding
toward him slip of paper.
i ''The check, Mr.. Minot-$35. Is that
correct?'