Evening star., 1918-05-19

He wants you to come up for lunch -
'Oh, very well.' says l. Anybody
that wants to see me that bad ought
to be accom- modated. hadn't they?"
So about twelve-thirty I chases up
to this dollar minute joint. and lets
the guy in the rear admirars uniform
shunt me through the plate glass
merry-go-round. Then I strolls past
rows Of palms-dustosa ciRarbuttis
variety-and wanders through lanes
of high backed chairs. scouting for
some one who might look like his
name was Burns. Nobody give me
the glad hail. though. or presents me
with . meal ticket. and I was Won
dering' IL Swiftly hadn't got the name
of the place wrong when / sees a
lar.
They're round bat ears. and they're
jnttin' out from under the edge of a
black and white plaid cap that would
have made a good checker-board. No,
] was sure I didn't know anybody
like that anywhere except at a polo
match or a bull fight. Besides. the
gent is attached to one of these oaf-
meal terriers by leather lead. Still,
! was sure Id seen them ears before
as well as behind. ! steps along un-
til I gets a side view. And there's
that sheep-shaped face. It's Bar
tholomew
For the love of SOUP! says I.
swinging him round by the arm and
new yellow shoes to the Clan Mac
Iaren tie. Tell me: who's done this
to you?"
OH" says he. beamin' friendly as
he spots me. Hello. professor. Got
my message. did you?'
But listen. Bart" goes on, whats
happened? You sportin' around in a
joint like. this. maxim a noise like
excess profits! How the blazes can
II found Uncle Zeb." says he.
on. says I. How was the old
Very low" says Bartholomew. He
lasted only ten days after We got
there. And what do you think. Nc
cabe? He left me the whole pile
.Whe-e-ew" says 1. How much"
-! wouldn't dare guess" says he.
The lawyers amt figured il all up
yet But there's lot-real estate.
mortgages. bank stock. all kinds of
bonds; and cash. You see. there
the way he'd treated me. Well,
he'd had the will made out for years
anyway, 1 got enough, 1 guess. to get
what l want"
Il see." says I, GRIMM And Ake
1T your ~ first want was some sport
bartholomew looks sort of pleased.
II never had anything but cheap
black suits all my life-the kind that
turn green and rusty" says he. 81
never did believe in this mournrn
stun. either. And say, how do I look
in 'em?"
Great" says I. why. you look
well. like you'd been oversubscribed. ''
Huh" says he. swellin' out his
chest. You ought to see Luella Come
on She's waitin' for US in the
Egyptian parlor."
Yes. Luella was worth seein' I
wished then I'd known her before
they found Uncle Zeb. so ] could have
appreciated the change. But I could
guess. The modistes and milliners
and beauty doctors hadn't been able
to camouHage that heavy kitchen
help face of hers or the dull eyes
They'd done their best with what they
could reach. though. Her mud-colored
hair had been through the henna
treatment and tortured into the lat
est shape. She had jewelry hung on
her and pinned to her until she looked
like a munition workers bride. The
waist of her dress began just under
her arm-pits and stopped about eight
cen inches from the floor. Poor soul.
She had a sort of pleadin', scared look
in her eyes that told the whole story.
1t would be some time before she got
used to appearin' in costumes like
that.
AS for Bartholomew. he was maxim
a desperate stab at playin' the lordly
plute. But he almost apologies to
the bell-hop he asks to take care of