Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-24

in in from lunch about
two hours later than US
ual. did that McCrea person from To-
ledo happen to call while I was out:
only on the phone" says l, TO
tell how he'd be in at 1890 tomorrow
Had an important conference on to-
day"
"Huhr says Mr. Robert. so did l.
"Startin' Oggie Blair Is up on the
string, eh?" 1 asks. GRIMM.
Twenty" corrects Mr.. Robert. And
then ne has the presumption to scratch
a four cushion shot FOR a corner
gather and nurse 'em until he has run
game. No one else called, eh?'
only Mr.. Varney, says L.
well, how was old Horace: asks
Mr.. Robert.
Seemed to have his usual crouch
with him." says l.
Mr. Robert chuckles. What in par
ticular has embittered poor Horace
against the world now" he asks
Being shifted to the winter greens
at Apawamis." says ]. That was MS
deepest growl. Said if il hadn't been
for that crime. which threw MN on
his putting, he'd have broken 80 yes
terday. Threatens 20 resign. give up
golf. or do something else desperate
How familiar that all sounds. says
MI Robert. Anything else wrong
with the universe"
ooh. yes" SAYS l. THE calendar is
on the blink. accordin' to him. It's
too late to stay at any northern re
sorts, too messy in town, and 100 carr!
TO go to Pinehurst or Hot springs.
Then his man wants to take a month
off to go back to England ana iook
after a sister who's been left widow.
and Mr.. Varney says who the piazes
is to get his bath ready and lay OUT
hot q
Who indeed" says Mr.. Robert;
poor old Horace. He leads nara
life. doesn't he?" /
Perfectly poisonous. says l, ana
We swaps grins.
Not that We don't sympathize more
or less with Horace We do. He has
to stop so many half-arm jolts from
the rude fist of Fate. as Mr.. Robert
puts it, One day he'll be hcokin ms
drive, maybe the next careless cluo
waiter will bring him his filet of sole
without the sauce tartar. and that
same evenin' perhaps mis- bridge part
ner will double three spades when he
should raise Mr.. Narney's no-trump
rubber. Always something or other
AS rule he comes in and tells US
all about it. Course. if Mr.. Robert is
there and amt too busy, he gets the
tale, but IL no one else is HANDY
have to stretch a more or less willing
ear. I've listened to lot of harrowin
details; how he suspects Jepson OF
waterin' his private stock. what
poor time he had at week end house
party up in the Berkshires where a
Young widow from Richmond made
him sit out in the moonlight with her
until he got the SMILES, or how that
silly sister-in-law of his lured him out
to Montclair and parked him all
who giggled in his ear and afterward
tried to show him some new Jazz
steps.
From all of which you might gather
that Horace varney was an unfortu-
nate gent who was doing his best to
have a good time in a world that was
badly organized for that purpose.
Fairly good guess. Outside of that
he's a bachelor well along in the th1r-
ties, with fine Roman nose. cleft
chin and deep worry wrinkle be-
tween his thick eyebrows.
1t amt the price of new winter !
overcoat. or the tax on SILK paJamas, |
or the slump in oil stocks that wor- !
thatll stand any strain you could
think up, short Of financin' slush !
fund or backin' a musical show on |
road tour. 1 don't know just what 1t
could tell exactly. Mainly / believe |
his capital is invested in public serv-
ice corporations-electr light, gas
and trolley companies all over the
COunITy-SO WHICH YOU SCI SSuSh Win
a Decent fare somewhere. or find your
kiiowat hour rate has been jumped,
you can have the Satisfaction Of know
ing that part of it goes to Horace.
who will see that most of it gets back
into circulation promptly. He didn't
even pile up all them preferred stocks
originally. A kind old uncle of his
who was a corporation lawyer did
that for him, years ago, leavin' the /,
lot to Horace because he couldn't take
it along with him when he shuf1ed on
so sudden.
must say it was kind of interest
in, though, hearin' how Horace was
mistreated. You know I've always had |
a bunch that IL I should ever connect !
with a free flowin' income like that, |
with no work hung on it. no office !
hours to put in, and nothing to do but
ramble around here and there as the
notion struck Newell, I'd back my
self to have one whale of a time. Lis
tens like a sure thing proposition. Ell?
And yet Horace don't seem to find
il so easy. II he strikes a place where |
the golf is good and foursomes easy
to get up, then the table is sure to be
punk or else the climate will go back
on him. Maybe the eats will be grand
and the fairways only fit for COW pas
lures. He never can tell. All he's sure
of is that it'll be something or some
body thatll drop the bee in the cold
cream, or the fly in the oatmeal, or
whatever the saying is.
It's SO little that Horace asks. too.