Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-10-12
The
Substitute
Millionaire
By
HUBERT FOOTNER

Jack was vastly tickled by the
whole incident 1t gave him a new
/ luxurious sensation OF opulence Be-
sides, he had reached the point
Who're he felt he had to blow off a
little steam.
What a fool / was to worry my
self to q standstill! Too much think
ing is worse than none at I'LL. Ii you
| null over u thing too long, your
thoughts begin to go round like
squirrel in revolving cage. Here's
the whole town open to u.s. Wen
have us time and forget our erou-
bles,"
The fat youth who had no idea of
the nature of these troubles made
haste to agree. You're dead right.
fellow! Eat, drink and be mefry, as
the poet says, for tomorrow the rent
falls duel"
whats your name?" asked Jack.
Private or professional?
ooh, anything you like
well, I'm generally known as Guy
Harmsworth."
"Some name. Bot"
However. the really significant
names seem to come out of the air.
Jack started calling his friend 30.
From that it was but a little step to
Bobo. In the sound OF Bobo there
was something subtly descriptive. 1t
stuck He is Bobo still.
AS they entered the big clothing
store Jack said: Get the best. I'll
stand for it,
Bobo thus encouraged, proved to
have q very nice taste in wearing APP
parel. They bought hurriedly, for
the pangs OF hunger were pressing.
But when the main articles, suit, hat,
shoes. were out of the way both
young men plunged in the smaller
and more luxurious articles: shirts
OF heavy silk that crinkled richly
between thumb and finger: wonder
full crayats that would almost stand
along Few youngsters attain their
desires in this direction, and Bobo
and Jack, long denied, fairly wallow-
ed They each bought valise to
carry away their surplus purchases.
In half an hour Bobo was trans
formed. To call Bobo fat was merely
to indicate his type. He was not all
over the place, but a we'll set-up
youngster Of a rather melting style
of beauty. which promised obesity
i later perhaps, but in youth was not
unpleasing. At least not in his new
clothes.
When finally Jack produced the
roll of yellow backs to pay for what
they had bought, Bobo's look of anX-
iety disappeared and was not seen
again. A little sigh escaped him. 1t
was as if he had said:
at is not dream"
/, T3obo leaving the outfitters was
metamorphosed in more than his APP
parel. He stuck his chest out now,
and looked passers-by in the eye. A
stage English accent crept into his
unadorned Manhattanese. Jack see
| ing him cast Sleeps eyes at stand
Of walking sticks, purchased him a
yellow malacca, such as his own soul
had hankered after earlier in the
| day. It was the finishing touch.
Bobo swung it with delightful ar
irogance. He even adopted a certain
Icondescension of tone towards Jack
who had no stick
II say, old chap, these togs are
really not half bad for ready-made,
what! Not what~a London tailor
would turn out of course. But they
fit because I happen to have nor
NAL figure"
'Perfect forty-six.' murmured
Jack.
| They returned for their dinner to
the famous cafe on Bryant Square.
It was the first eating-place in New
York that dared to veil it's interior
from the vulgar gaze. Those allur-
ing, closely drawn pink curtains
cause the envious poor to suspect the
delightful worst. It is not so well
known in the provinces as flasher
resorts, but it is certainly the place
where most New Workers go first
when they get money.
When they finally penetrated the
| mystery the plainness of the interior