Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1918-11-10

Mr.. Jarr had an appointment tc
meet Mrs. Jarr in the Peacock Alley
OF the Hotel st. Croesus. Seeing a lady
| Just in front of him whom he thought
was friend wife he playfully poked
her in the ribs and remarked, you
| are late on your date, kid!'' The lady
| person gave a little cream, and, turn
| ing around, cried Indignantly, How
dare you? Loafer!"
Hogan, the hotel detective, who had
| been watching for Washers, gave Mr..
Jarr the dicks tap" This is a touch
on the shoulder. And he watched the
| effect.
For hotel detective often has been
a headquarters man let out of the
| service for the good of it, With his
old training of omnipotence of police
tyranny is inculcated belief that
mankind is divided into two classes;
those so feeble minded that they are
honest or moral; and the wise mol"
those who have money.
Il don't get you, bo," said Hogan,
as Mr.. Jarr began to apologize pro-
fusely to the strange lady he had
nudged by mistake. "but l think
you'd better lammister."
Mr.. Jarr was angry, angry at his
mistake, angry at Mrs. Jarr for not
being in time, and angry at the de-
tective.
who are you talking to. you big
stiff he asked holly of the house
man.
This ptompt bit of Enquiry and
character reading had its effect on the
hotel detective
If Mr.. Jarr had been awed or
frightened, the hotel detective would
have promptly played some strong
army work upon him, such as thrust
ing his right forearm under Mr.
Jars chin and then, as his head
went back, stepping on Mr.. Jars in
step with his heavy-shod heels.
AS it was he thought it best SIM
ply to "crowd" Mr.. Jarr. This method
consists of thrusting a bulky chest
and stomach against the suspected in
dividual and advancing steadily 1t
usually results in the Undesirable CIV
ing ground.
And simply, with suave or men
acing look--as the case seems to call
for-the person not wanted in the
hotel (anybody that looks shabby and
seems irresolute) is more or less po-
litely backed out 0 fthe place.
And yet the house detective hasn't
put hand on the gink."
In other words. no technical as
sault can be proved should u mistake
be made, as will happen occasionally,
and damage suit result.
There was nothing suspicious or
shabby about Mr.. Jarr, and the house
detective faltered in his "crowding''
when the eNasperated Mr.. Jarr
crowded back, and. with an ener-
getic shove, pushed the house detec-
tive against the grill work of the
elevator door.
Had Mr.. Jarr been stability attired
his resolute defense would have con-
stituted assault in the detectives
mind. And doubtless that worthy
would have called for assistance to
throw out the boob"
Mr.. Jarr was meditating creating
a scene" right here, when fortunately
for the peace and quietness of the
Hotel st. Croesus, the door of the ele-
vator opened and both Mr.. Jarr and
the house detective fell half way in
side.
A stout, perspiring man clasped Mr..
Jarr by the arm and cried:
welcome, Mr.. Bannister! The COM
mittee has sent me for you.'
Excuse me, sir!" cried the hotel
detective. II didn't know you was a
right guy"
Ana the car stopping at the next
floor, he took it on the lammister."
That is, he hurried away himself.
You were being escorted to the
meeting, l see!" cried the fat man.
Wonderful fellows those hotel de-
tectives. They know every crook inl
this great city!"
My | ask whom I have the pleas |
ure or addressing?' asked Mr.. Jarr.
For he saw it was a case of mis-
taken identity but he was desperate
and resolved to let events take their
course.
Il am Frederick Fosdick Futts,"
said the fat man, chairman of the
Society for the Suppression of Univer-
sal Hate. And you are Prof. Benja-
min Babcocli Bannister, who was to !
address US this afternoon, take it?"
Mr.. Jarr didn't like to tell a lie. so |
he simply smiled one, and the next
instant found himself off the elevator
at the doorway of an assembly room
where large crowd of serious look
ing men and women were sitting on
gilded chairs and listening to the read
ing OF the constitution and bylaws, |
as droned by very sallow, tall wom-
an of middle age.
Mrs. Sopington," murmured the
chairman of the reception committee. |
she is a heavy contributor to our /
funds
"Ah, indeed" murmured Mr.. Jarr