The Washington herald., 1920-07-08
Tictocq---The Great By
French Detectiue in Austin O. HENRY
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by such an auspioious display OF
hospitality, 10 a slender brunette
with large, lustrous eyes. win
nfnr smile, and q charming IN
senue manner. She wears china
silk. cut prinoesse. with diamond
ornaments, and a couple OF towels
inserted In the back TO conceai
rrominence OF shoulder blados.
she is chatting easily and nat
urally on a plush covered tete.a
tete with Harold St CAR, the
agent for a Minneapolis pants
company. Her friend and scnool.
mate, Elsie Hicks, who marrieo
three drummers In one day,
week or two before, ana won =
wager Of two dozen bottles OF
Budweiser from the handsome
and talented 1 young hsck-driver.
Bum Smithers. is promenading IN
and out the low French windows
with Ethelbert windup. the pop
ular young candidate for hide IN
spector, whose name is familiar
to every one who reads pollce
court reports. =.
Somewhere, concealed by shrub
berry, q band is playing. and dur
ing the pauses - in conversation,
onions can be smelt frying in the
kitchen.
Happy laughter rings out from
ruby lips, handsome faces grow
tender as they bend over white
necks and dropping heads: tmid
eyes convey things that lips dare
not speak, and beneath shken
bodice and broadcloth. hearts beat
time to the sweet notes of Loves
Young Dream"
And where have you been for
some time past, you recreant
cavalier" says Miss st. Vitus TO
Harold ST. Clair. Have you been
worshipink at another shrine?
Are you recreant to your whilom
friends? Speak, Sir Knight, and
defend yourself"
"Oh. come Off" says Harold, In
his deep, musical barytone; I've
been having a devil of a time Mt
ting pants on a lot of bow-legged
jays from the cotton patch. Got
knobs on their legs, some of 'ern
big as gourds. and all expect
Mt. Did you ever try to measure
a bow-Agged-I mean-cant you
imagine what a jam-swizzled time
] have getting pants to Mt EN-.
Business dull too, nobody wants
'em over So"
You witty boy" says Miss st.
Vitus. Just as full OF bon mots
and clever sayings as ever. What
do you take now?'
"Oh, beer"
.snI,. non ,,ou. ,sn, and 1ot's oo
into the drawing-room and draw
a cork. I'm chewing a little cot
ton myself"
Arm in arm. the Z handsome
couple pass across the room. the
Cynosure OF all eyes. Luderic
Hetherington. the rising and gift
ed night-watchman at the Lone
Star slaughter house, and Mabel
Grubb. the daughter of the mil
lionaire owner of the Humped-
backed Camel saloon. are stand
ing under the oleanders as they
go by.
She is very beautiful" says
Luderic.
Rats" says Mabel
A keen observer would have
noted all this time the figure of a
solitary man who seemed to avoid
the company but by adroit chang
ing OF his position. and perfectly
cool and self possessed manner.
avoided drawing any special at
tention TO himself.
The lion of the evening is Herr
Professor Ludwig Won Bum. the
pianist.
He had been found drinking
beer in a saloon on East Pecan
street by Col. St Vitus about a
week before. and according to the
Austin custom IN such cases. was
invited home by the colonel. and
the next day accepted into So
ciety, with large music classes at
his service.
Prof. Won Bum is playing the
lovely symphony in G minor from
Beethoven's Songs Without Mu-
sic" The grand chords fill the
room with exquisite harmony. He
plays the extremely difficult pas
sases in the chlieato home run in
a mastery manner. and when he
finishes with that grand te deUm
with arpeggios on the side. there
is that complete hush in the room
that is dearer to the artists heart