Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1918-03-14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

He has learned that cavier is not
something that you put on roads
but, instead, an edible, If you don't
care what YOU eat.
He has made a lot of friends.
That is, he thinks they're friends
He met one in the bar one night.
His name is J. Reginald Beverwyck,
And he can drink enough liquor to
float the Oregon. The rest came
naturally.
He has fallen off the water wag-
on, clutching at straW-tWo
straws, to be exact; two straws in
serted in in a glass frosted of ex-
terror, repIete of interior with
dark green substance all jumbled
I'D with fruit, that looks like New
England boiled dinner and affects
one even worse.
He knows two chorus girls from
the Midnight Revels on the Old
Amsterdam. And the dashing devil
has called one by her first name.
That Is, he thinks it's her first
name. It's Marye. You pronounce
it Mah-ree. AS a matter OF fact,
her first name is Bridget. Still, ig-
norance is bliss; thus is our hero
uarkly happy.
She has called him a good kid.
Which has suffused him with Sc
cret Joy. She called him that to his
face. Later she remarked that she
liked the poor slob at that and il
seemed a shame to take the money,
which means fifty dollars that she
had borrowed of him to pay off the
mortgage on the old farm. so that
her poor old mother wouldn't be
thrown out in the snow. 1t was
old stuff. Nobody was more sur
prised than she to find that it would
still go. Particularly the snow
part. Her mother lived in Louisi,
ana, and she had just put that in to
make it harder.
Following which fiscal event. the
other coryphee, known profession
ally as Gwendolyn, but privately as
Gertie, had asked him if he had
heard the new one about the chick
en- crossing the street. Our hero
said he hadn't At which she al
most tainted.
But she. too, later was heard to
remark that you couldn't help lik-
ing the poor nut and she hoped no
designing dame got her hooks on
him because he was nothing but a
big kind-hearted boob and needed a
good wife. though he needed a
guardian worse. And gee, but he
was a sWell-lookin' Teller, wasn't
he?
And thereafter, whenever they
were hungry, or wanted to take a
ride, or needed money or anything,
they called him up. For, though
Individually there are chorus girls
, who maintain limousines and p
room apartments with three maids
on twenty-five dollars a week. Nah
re and Gwendolyn did not. They
belonged TO the Other Kind. Hence
was our hero as safely secure with
them as he would have been IN
grants Tomb. AS Il matter of fact,
| though he didn't know it, they took
care of him like a couple of moth
ers. And they shooed their design
ing campaneros away like q hen
with chickens Which YOU would
have found il hard to believe if you
could have seen them working at
their honest toll Mahree wore a
combination with pink ribbons.
Gwendolyn was clad principally in
yellow balloons for male drinkers
TO blow up with lighted cigars or
cigarets. The frank display of
Their feminine gTaces would never
have led you 10 believe that the
main ambition of one was 10 &C
quire honestly enough money to
buy COW az d place to keep II;
while the Other WAS waiting for
I fellow uamed GINS 70 accumulate
enough weahh from the retail sale
of boots aud shoes and rubhers 10
endow a fat~for her in Dubuque,