Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-01-30

another month; but this was the
easiest way out of it.
To avoid further importantly, Billy
stayed away. During the following
week, however, the name of John
Doe grew and grew The 1ioatlng
dome was not a matter to be taken
lightly by those who so thoroughly
understood and appreciated 1t; and,
moreover, the firm of William Lane
had become too important for any
factor of it's tremendous success to be
overlooked!
So, one bright noon-time, Ainsley
Pulham with jolly committee from
the T-Beam Club, stormed the office
of William Lane, and demanded of
the snub-nosed office boy to see John
| Doe. They not only demanded this,
but they followed right into the priv
ate office of the dignified elderly
gentleman with the silver Vandyke.
Mr.. Doe, this is the handshaking
vociferously announced the gayly
shrivelled president. Get acquainted.
I'm Ainsley Pulham. This is Walter
Hess, fat but sassy. Henry McCul-
| Tough, The Beau Brummel of the club.
Dick Morton, our best little drinker.
T. NJ. Weatherby, famed as a sweet
singer. Write us a check for hun
|
application blank"
/ "I'll send it to you," automatically
evaded Mr.. Doe, pushing back in his
mind the painful memory of dis
| graceful orgy and an expulsion at the
T-Beam Club. When he again be-
came Harrison Stuart, his first act
would be to reinstate himself there;
so he would manage to hold off that
application blank for three weeks.
| Jourauar he ShnnI< hands nlpa sanity
with Ainsley Pulham. No recognition
| in the keen blue eyes of Pulham.
Walter Hess, a man new in these fif-
teen years Henry Mccullough. Wry,
Henry had been a dapper boy, the
youngest member, in the long past
time. Dick Morton; rollicking, care
less, devil-may-care Dick, at whose
elbow
"By George, it's Harrison Stuart"
Dick Morton's voice thrilled with joy.
The years had taken the hair from
him, and robbed his cheeks of their
ruddiness, and put gold in his teeth,
and rounded him with prosperity; but
they had not touched the heart nor
the spirit of him; and here was
Dick, shaking both OF MS ola crohy
hands, and slapping him on the back,
and pushing him around to L. Nj.
/ Weatherby, and Ainsley Pulham and
Henry Mccullough, for further hand
shaking and back slapping and Vocif-
erous welcome.
Why, it was Harrison Stuart come
back! Stuart, the daddy of them all,
the most glttering name in the pro-
! fession, the authority, even after fif-
teen years, on the fundamentals of
CONSTITUTIONAL iron work! Harrison
Stuart! Why, God bless us, old man,
there's only a few of US left, but we
hold in our hearts and our memories
in affection and pride!
Yes, they did, in spite of all that
he had done, they held him in their
memories and in their hearts with af-
fection and pride; and here they were,
crowding around him with such a
pandemonium of welcome that the
snub-nosed office boy debated SER
iously the turning in of riot alarm.
No such disgraceful proceeding had
occurred in that office since earnest
young William Lane had started to
pay more rent than he could afford.
Now you can't get out of it. You
have to comet" Ainsley Pulham, and
he was jamming Harrison Stuarts
hat on his head, rear side foremost.
They backed him into his coat, they
jostled him out of the Office by main
strength, they thrust him into an
elevator, and downstairs. all of them
laughing and bowling like schoolboys.
Harrison Stuart laughing with them
though there were tears in his eyes.
whizzed away for lunch at the T.
Beam Club!
| CHAPTER XXI
| Honor Upon Honor
! THE .ulliVering question which aRi-