Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-10-19
The
Substitute
Millionaire
By
HUBERT FOOTNER

minutes
1t was a much chastened Bobo
that presently returned to the room.
What happened TO me?" lie asked.
'Tll tell you. You fell into the
hands of the Red Gang, that's all;
the same little gentleman with the
imperial that dropped us a line last
night. Why, after capturing you, he
was content to give you up again. |
don't know"
Bobo turned pale, and his knees
weakened under him. He dropped in
a chair. The Red Gang." he muir
INJURED "Oh. my God; Never again.
Never again, s'elp me Bob: Never
another drop unless you are right
there to take care of me-"
Jack grunted scornfully.
Jack picked up the overcoat from
the floor AS he did so, he discover
ed a piece of white paper pinned to
the lapel.
''Ha! Maybe this is the key TO the
he cried, pouncing on 1T.
Ii was written upon by the same
hand that had indited the note OF the
night before.
ITO the Secretary:
For Heavens sake try to teach
this addle- pate the danger of drink
ing with strangers. His foolishness
tonight almost wrecked all our
plans. We have saved him from the
worst den of thugs in New York. not
from any love of him, You may be
sure, but because when the right
time comes we mean to get him our
selves.
1.-THE Red Gang" ,
"Oh, L1or'! Oh; LORI Oh. LORI
groaned Bobo Whats the use!
They'll get me anyhow"
Jack laughed suddenly.
What are you laughing at? l
don't see anything to laugh at"
Cheer up! This doesn't exactly
mean what 1t says. see it all now"
What does 1t mean them" said
Bobo irritably.
TT means your skin is worth five
hundred a month to the Red Gang.
and they've no notion of letting Nc
Cams crew damage their property"
CHAPTER XII
Bobo was of very elastic tenn
permanent. The pot of coffee quickly
completed his restoration. Say" he
said, II feel all right now. I've got
a clean shirt. It's not too late to go
to Mrs. Cleaver's."
''Well!" said Jack. II was thinking
you'd had enough company for to-
night"
shell be sore if we don't come, "
said Bobo.
well, I don't mind. Put on your
things, and I'll telephone for the car
to be sent back
Mrs. Cleaver had a modest little
house in the Murray Hill district
When Jack learned more about such
things he appreciated her astuteness
in thus setting up her banner in the
stronghold Of yesterdays aristocracy
The great people of day before yes
terday still linser north of Washing
ton Square, but they hardly count
nowadays. A house on Murray Hill
tho still gives its owner cachet
Of exclusiveness that the grandes,
mansion uptown may lack.
The modest aspect of Mrs. Clea-
ver's house was limited to the Park
avenue facade. my little house,
she always called it. But once inside
one was astonished by the great
sweep Of salon. hall, music room. Be
low there was a billiard room: above
a libary and a little salon. Strangers
wondered where the inmates lived.
Jack and Bobo were not too late
for other cars were still rolling ur
to the door.
None sweller than this outfit
Bobo remarked with satisfaction.
They trod red carpet under a
peppermint striped awning.
Lord! Whatll we do when we
get inside?'' whispered Bobo in a
sudden panic.
"Just drift on the current" said
Jack. expect things will be made
easy for U.S."
And they were. On the entrance
floor there We're cloak rooms as eff
ficiently run as those in q hotel
indeed, the house was in all ways
like hotel They presently found
themselves mounting the main stair
way without having made a break
The whole floor above was thrown
into one room and as they mounted
a roar Of polite conversation met
them like an advancing wave.
A superb major-dom at the heac
of the stairs threw terror into 30.
bo's soul by demanding his name
Bobo stared at him dumbly, but Jacl
caugh on and answered for both
Their names were beloved to the
roof.
'Mr. Norman!S
"Mr. Robinson!'
Mrs. Cleaver having allowed it tc
become known that the amazing
young millionaire of a day, New
York's latest sensation, might be ex-
pected, the sound of his name ha6
an electrical effect. The converse
tional surf was stilled as if by magic
and every face was turned towards
the young men.
Bobo suddenly discovering that
Society" people, of whom he hac
stood secretly in awe, were no hard
er to impress than those of the holel
scared like a balloon. He advanced
with languid eyebrows. lacking only
the monocle to give perfect imitation
of his hero, the imported actor. Jack
followed at his heels, smiling
Mrs. Cleaver, leaving the greatest
persons there. came swimming tc
meet them. Figuratively they rubbed
their eyes at the sight of her. She
was one who went in frankly fcl
house effects. Her hair was the cCloi
of cherrywood stain, her cheeks tint.
ed to match. Her dress was one Of
those outlandish creations one &c
casionally sees in the shop windows
just for an advertisement, one sup
poses.
"A beaded bib and a torn piano
cover" Jack described it to him