Evening star., 1918-05-19

Come, Hurry" he urged.
whats the matter?" asked Mr..
Heath.
Bunker. Don't look back. Keep
walking"
Mr.. Heath. sure now that Mr.. Bum
ker must have stolen a photograph
of the fair lady he had admired in
Mr. Budlington's case. hurried. He
was younger and thinner than Mr..
Bunker. and he was soon dragging
Mr. Bunker by the arm. Past the
swan-boat lake he hurried Mr.. Bum
ker, and through the menagerie and
past the head OF the Mall and up the
Mall. Not until they were in a Sc
cluded nook near the middle of the
ker's arm.
"I think we are safe here" he
said.
Hope to gracious we are. painted
Mr. Bunker. as he wiped his per
spring face. What was you runnin'
FROM"
why. you said-'
so I did. so I did" agreed Mr.
Bunker. But there wasn't no use go
in clear to Harlem. II was just a
man didn't care to meet. He's sort
of angry with me. We matrimonial
other folks. and sometimes a man has
1t In for us If the wife we get for
him don't turn out just the way he
thinks she ought to. In my busi-
ness
Il say" said Mr.. Heath "Are you
a matrimonial AGENT"
That and other things" said Mr..
Bunker Anything in the general
bunco and confidence game line. as
you might say"
, w. Well: that is = none Of my Business: 5,
the Photograph: Here is the hun
dred dollars"
nc put his hand in his pocket and
drew forth a nice roll of bills. From
the top he took just one bill. 1t was
Bunker took the bill in his hand and
looked at Mr.. Heath blankly.
.'Hey?' he queried "Photygraft :?
What about photygraft?"
Heath. flushing You know what /
mean. What is this. a bunco game?
l said I'd give you one hundred iol-
lars II you would get me photo
graph
Mr.. Bunker allowed his mouth to
sternation. He stared at Mr.. Heath
like one stunned to stupidity.
"Photygraft. Photygraft" he repeat
ed. why. nobody said nothing about
no photygraft.'
Mr.. Heath's face flushed again. an
Look here. Mr.. who-ever-you-are." :"
he cried. don't you try that with
me"
81 amt tryin' nothin'." said Mr.. Bum
ker, soothingly. You don't mean to
say you meant you wanted to buy a
photygraft Of that girl for one hundred
dollars,''
Gee whillikins"' exclaimed Mr.
Bunker.
well. what?'
We'll. who ever heard Of payin' one
hundred dollars for photygraft?" ?" ask
ed Mr. Bunker. ''If you had said five
at. the. outside. But one hun
dred dollars. Listen. friend-this amt
my fault: l asked you right out II you'd
like to own her. I asked you that yes
terday, when we was standin' by that
showcase. l says. I reckon you'd like to
can go ahead and fix it up and you'd
give me a hundred dollars. That is
what was said. Nobody said anything
about photygraft-"
Young Mr.. Heath now wiped his face.
MY heavens" he exclaimed. "If you
didn't get the photograph for me. what
did you do?''
Without an unnecessary word. Mr..
Bunker drew a telegram from his pock-
ct and handed it to Dir. Heath. 1t was
the telegram Mrs. Bunker had received
the night before. As will be remem-
bered. 1t read:
"All delighted. Ardelia married by
proxy: will not join husband until he is
ready
This was signed by Ardelia's mother
Mr. Heath stared at the telegram.
His face went white and then red again.
Mr. Bunker leaned his hand against a
tree and slumped into an attitude of
deep distress.
But. I say" said Mr.. Heath. fall
teringly. "I didn't tell you
"I know" said Mr. Bunker. contritely.
81 know. 1t is an awful mistake. You
wanted her photygraft. and I've married
you to her. II is awful! 1t is horrible."
But 1t is all nonsense" said Mr.
Heath. '.It can't be done, you know.
You can't marry a man to girl unless
he knows it,
Mr.. Bunker said nothing. He only
groaned. He slid his hand into his
pocket and drew forth some Of his re-
Gently printed folders. He held them to-
ward Mr.. Heath. and the young man
took one.
The folder was headed -. Bunker
Matrimonial Agency. Licensed by the
Territory of Oklamaha." The second
display line read: why Not Marry
Western Grip" The third line said: