The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1916-02-24

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al am poorer says he, than the
poorest sandwich man on the street-1f
I don't earn my living
"sYou call this work?' says she. I
thought a man worked with his hands
or his head instead Of becoming a
mountebank.'
""The calling of a ha%lberdier,' says
he, is an ancient and honorable one.
Sometimes says he, the man-at-arms
at the door has saved the castle while
the plumed knights were cake walk
ing In the banquet halls above
81 see you're not ashamed says
she, of you peculiar tastes. / won
der, though, that the manhood | used
to think l saw In you didn't prompt
you to draw water or hew wood In
stead of publicly Haunting your tgno-
miny in this disgraceful masquerade
"Sir Percival kind Of rattles his ar
NOR and says: Helen, will you suspend
sentence in this matter for just a little
while? You don't understand says he.
I've got to hold this job down a bit
longer
"'You like being a harlequin-or hal
berdier, as you call itT says she.
81 wouldn't get thrown out of the
job just now,' says he, with a grin, to
be appointed minister to the court Of
st. James.
And then the forty HIP. girls eyes
sparkled as hard as diamonds.
Very well,' says she. You shall
have full run Of your serving mans
tastes this night And she swims over
to the boss desk and gives him a smile
that knocks the specks off his nose.
81 think your Rindslosh,' says she,
is as beautiful as a dream. 1t is a
little slice of the old world set down
in New York. We shall have a nice
supper up there, but if you will grant
us one favor the Illusion will be per
fect-give us your halberdier to wait on
our table,
THAT hit the boss anthology hobby
just right. Sure says he, dot VIII be
fine. Und der orchestra shall blay ode
Wacht am Rhein" all der time And
he goes over and tells the halberdier to
go upstairs and hustle the grub at the
swells' table.
"T'm on the job says Sir Perclval,
taking off his helmet and hanging 1t
on his halberd and leaning 'em In the
orn The girl goes up and takes
her seat, and 1 see her jaw squared
tight under her smile. We're going to
be waited on by a real halberdier,'
says she. one who Is proud of his pro-
fession. Isn't it sweet?'
Tripping says the swell young
nan. Much prefer a waiter says the
fat old gent. I hope he doesn't come
from a cheap museum says the old
lady; he might have microbes in his
costume
Before he goes to the table Sir Per
cival takes me by the arm. Eighteen
says he, I've got to pull off this job
without a blunder. You coach me
straight or I'll take that halberd and
make hash out Of you And then he
goes up to the table with his coat of
mail on and a napkin over his arm and
waits for the order.
"'Why, it's. Deering! says the young
swell. Hello, old man. What the
"'Beg pardon, SIR interrupts the hal
berdier. I'm waiting on the table,
"The old man looks at him grim, like
a Boston bull. so, Deering,' he says,
at work yet
eyes, SIR says Sir Percival, quiet
and gentlemanly as l could have been
for almost three months now
"'You haven't been discharged dur
the time?' asks the old a
"fNot once, SIR says he. though I've
had to change my work several times
Waiter orders the girl, short and
sharp, another napkin He brings her
one, respectful.
II never saw more devil, If l may say
it, stirred up in a lady. There was two
bright red spots on her cheeks, and her
eyes looked exactly like a wildcats I'd
seen in the ZOO. Her foot kept slapping
he floor all the time.
Waiter she orders, bring me FL
cred water without ice. Bring ~ a
'ootstool. Take away this empty salt
She kept him on the jump.
She was sure giving the halberdier his.
There wasn't but a few customers
Up in the slosh at that time, so | hung
tut near the door so 1 could help Sir
7ercival serve.
"He got along fine with the olives
ind celery and the blue points. They
vas easy. And then the cOnsOmme
,ame up the dumb waiter all In one
zig silver tureen. Instead Of serving
t from the side table he picks it up
between his hands and starts to the
lining table with it. When nearly
here he drops the tureen smash on
he floor, and the soup soaks all the
over part Of. that girls swell silk
"'Stupid-incompetentP says she, CIV
ng him a look. Standing in a cor
ler with a halberd seems to be your
In life
Pardon me, lady, says he. Tt was
ust a little bit hotter than blazes. |
ouldn't help it,
"The old man pulls out a memoran-
UNI book and hunts in it. The 25th
t April, Deering,' says he. I know
- says Sir Percival. And ten min
Foe r. 10 o,o1oo1> corc tho old mon