Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-09-16

| men can see hef! he cried
with terrible eagerness.
"When do you want to?''
"Now!"
! But our visiting hours are"
Damn the visiting hours! Write
me note, or something, can't your"
"Why, Of course!" And Tressor
once more taking his fountain pen
and pad Of blanks, scrawled a few
hasty words. Here, this will be suf-
ficient"
Bradford took the note in trem-
bling hand.
| "Doctor-and you. too, Mugs"
said he. II can't thank you properly.
SO l won't try My thanks will take
another form than words. viii you
staE-here, with the patient till | get
back?"
Yes, after I phone my assistant
to take my work. Yes. if it takes all
day." exclaimed the doctor: but
Mugs shifted uneasy shoulders.
| How bout dat scalpin'?" he anx-
iously queried. "I can't wait much
longer to get my hooks in Meny's
WOOL"
!
smiled Bradford, at the door. "We've
other, more important things than
that on hand, -hye!"
Nieiny Stagg, at this precise hour.
was sitting in the front window of
| Con Doughsrty's Grapevine Cafe"
over Il bottle of mountain dew and
the remains of a breakfast SO late it
might almost have been designated "a
I dinner. a dinner in amplitude it
!really was--no end of steak and po-
tatoes. with other comestibles to
Iatch---for despite the sultry wealth
| er and his lack of exercise, Mciuy
| continued to stoke heavily on meat,
watered with liberal rotations of
spiritus frumenti. a naturalist might
perhaps have essayed to draw some
analogy between Meiny's thinning
| hair and hlotehed face, and the de-
fective cranial plumage and rod wat
ties of the buzzard. Both are car
nivorous. and both love ruin and
death. Let that. however, pass as
purely speculative.
Meiny was in the worst possible OF
all his various bad hnmors which
amounts to exceeding the high-pres
sure limit of venom. This morning,
| the Ossa OF several fresh grouchos
was piled on the Pelion of chron-
ically vile temper. Not only was he
oppressed by shor.ness of breath.
due to increasing and unhealthy fat,
plus cignrets. but dull. relentless
headache reminded him he lad a
hang from the night before.
| Had Mefny been thoroughly boiled in
I strong bichloride of mercury solu
| tjon, some possible lustration might
have taken place. but certainiy no
measures less heroic could have
kavailed TO purify him. On topSof all.
practically every one of his most
cherished CRAFTS and plans OF cam
paiSn were going far asley. How.
then, expect from him this morning
ausht else than triple-d!stilied es-
sence of vitriol?
/ Hell" he calculated with cough
of the variety known to the under
world elite. as whisky cough Il
feel rotten--rotten.. His red-liddcd
eyes blinked as he peered thru the
curtains OF the front window, out
into Iileston street The summer
sunlight panied his sight, for Meiny
! preferred the. hours of darkness, IT.
ritably he pushed back his plate. with
the trimmings of his porterhouse
thereon. The plate struck against
other dishes, and resisted. Instead OF
rearranging these, hIeiny gave the
plate a savage push and sent every
thing Gathering. His whisky glass,
overturned, spread an amber stain on
the cloth. a carafe fell, smashing to
the floor. "Ilell.i' swore Meiny
again. and spat for pure dcviltry
! ITO he continued