Evening star., 1918-03-31
= F0RSYTH[E AT

all admit you're a hero. and that you We
been saving the country. but don't let's
have the disgusting deta1is, at leas.'
not when the salad blessing is at ITS
most critical stage"
Havin' said which, Forsythe proceeds
to finish what was for him hard days
work.
Discussin' his likes and dislikes was
Forsythe's strong hold. ana. II you
could believe him, he had more nnlcky
ous wrecks. He positively couldn t
bear the sight of this. the touch OF tnat,
and the sound OF the other things. me
rustic of a newspaper mace MN So 1 Iu
getty he could hardly sit stu. me
smell of boiled cabbage made him faint
Some one had sent him a plaid neckt1e
for Christmas. He had ordered his man
to pick it up with the fire-tongs ana
throw it in the ash-can. Things l1ke
that.
while Forsythe described the awful
aponies he'd gone through. We had to
listen. You can guess what JOY that
was. And all the time l could watch
"Entertainin' party. eh?" remarks on
the side. as we escapes from the dinin'
room.
"Forsythe." says Mr. Robert. "is one
of those persons you're always wanting
to kick and never do. could generally
Mr.. Robert shrugs his shoulders. Then
he adds:
7 say, Torchy, you have clever ideas
now and then"
who. me?" says I. Some ones been
kiddin' you"
should occur to you that might help to-
ward putting Forsythe in position
where real work and genuine discom-
fort couldn't be dodged-well. l should
be deeply grateful"
What cruel thought" says !. Still,
if miracle like that could be pulled it
would be entertainin' to watch. Eh?'
Especially if it had to do with han
ding cold, slippery things" chuckles
Mr.. Robert. like iced eels or pickles"
Then we both grins. l was tryin' to
picture Forsythe servin' a sentence as
helper in a fish market or assistant
stirrer in a soap fact'ry. Not that any
thing like that could happen through
me. Who was to interfere with bril-
liant drawin'-room performer like him ?
Honest, with Forsythe scintillatin'
around, I felt like bolsheviki of the
third class. And yet, the longer I
watched him the more 1 mulled over
that hint Mr.. Robert had thrown out.
l was still wonderin' if 1 was all
hollow above the eyes, when our placid
afternoon tgatherin' is busted complete
by big cream-colored limousine
rollin' through the porte-cochere and
new arrival DFeeZln IN. from the way
Jevons swells his chest out as he helps
her shed the mink-nned motor coat,
guessed she must be somebody important
"Why. it's Miss Gorman," whispers Wee
Mot the Miss Gorman-Miss Jane?"
says.
Wee mods, and I stretches my neck out
another kink. Who wouldn't? Not just
because she's a society head-liner, or the
richest old maid in the country. but be-
cause. she's such a wonder at gettin
things done. You know. l expect = Red
Cross work, suffrage campaignin', Polish
relief Say, I'll bet if she could be turned
loose in Mexico or Russia for couple of
months she'd have things runnin' as
smooth as a directors meetin' Of the
Standard Oil.
Look at the things she's put through
since the war started. just by crashin'
right in and stayin' on the job. They say
she keeps four secretaries with their suit
cases packed. ready to Jump into their
travelin' clothes and slide down the pole
when she pushes the buzzer button.
And now she's maxim straight for Mr..
Robert.
What luck" says she. II wasn't at
all sure of finding you. How smuch
leave have you? Only until Monday
morning? Oh, you overworked naval
officers. But you must find some men