Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-04-11

'E INTERESTED TO HEAR A LITTI
DOWD, ION THE GOLF COURSE"
mind" and holds out my hand for
the letter.
He gives it up reluctant. and backs
out. Another minute and I've showed
IN where Old Hickory Is chewin a cigar
butt savage while he pencils a joker
clause into million dollar contract.
Excuse me, SIR" says l. but you
were expectin' a party from the Belgian
commission. were you?"
mo-" snaps Old Hickory Nor from
the Persian shah or the sultan Of Sulu
or the ahkoond of Swat All I'm ex-
pecting. young man. is half hour of
comparative peace. and I don't get It.
There's Matt Dowd in the next room
waiting>lke the ancient mariner to grip
me by the sleeve and pour out long
tale about what he calls his discovery
Of psychic golf. Say. son. couldn't
you
'I've heard it. you know. SIR" says l.
Old Hickory groans. That's so."
says he. We'll then. why don't you
find me substitute? Suffering Cicero.
has that inventive brain Of yours gone
into a coma?"
mot quite, SIR" says l. you don't
happen to know Mr.. Schott. do you?"
"Gr-r-r-r!'' says Old Hickory. as
gentle as grizzly with sore ear. Get
QUIT"
l took the hint and trickled through
the door. I was just framin' UP some
thing polite to feed Mr.. Schott when 1t
strikes me I might take peek at this
little note from the Belgian consul. 1t
wasn't much. merely suggests that he
hopes Mr.. Ellins will be interested in
what Mr.. Schott has to say. There's
the consul generals signature at the
bottom. too. Yes. And I was foldin
1t up to tuck it back into the envelope
when-well. that's what comes of my
early trainin' on the Sunday edition
when the proofreaders used to work me
in now and then to hold copy. It's a
funny thing, but notice that the con-
sui general doesn't spell his name when
he writes it the way he has 1t printed
at the top OF his letterhead.
might be slip by the fool en-
graver." thinks /. I'm look 1t up in the
directory
And the directory agreed with the
letterhead.
''Oh. ho!" says l. "Pullin' the old
stun. Ell? Easy enough to drop into the
consurs Office and dash of note to
anybody. Say, femme at this Schott
person"
No. didn't call in Pat the porter,
and have him give Mr.. Schott flynn
start down the stairs. No finesse about
that Besides, l needed a party about
his size just then. steps back into the
directors room and rouses Mr.. Dowd
from his trance by tappin' him on the
shoulder.
Maybe you'd be willin', Mr.. Dowd,"
says !, "to sketch out some OF that
psychic golf experience of yours to a
young gent who claims to be something
Of wizard himself"
Would he? Say. l had to push him
back in the chair to keep him from
followin' me right out.
''Just a minute" says I, land I'll
bring him in. There's only one thing.
He's quite a talker himself. Might want
to unload line Of his own first. but
after that
Yes. yes" says Dowd. II shall be
delighted to meet him."
TITS goin' to be mutual says I.
Why. I kind Of enjoyed my little part.
which consists in hurryin' out to the
gate with my right foref1nger up and
confidential smirk wreathin' my more
or less classic features.
Fright this way, Mr.. Schott." says I.
He shrugs his shoulders, shoots over
a glance of scornful contempt. like
room clerk in a tourist hotel would give
to a guest who's payin' only $40 or $40
q day, and shoves past Vincent with
his chin up. Judgin' by the name and
complexion and all there must have
been lot of noble Prussian blood In
this Schott person, for the clown prince