Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-07-25

I. But why the secret dash for lib.

l. But why the secret dash for lib
| erty so early in the mornin'T'
Because Peter would want to know
just where 1 was going and exactly
and 1 couldn't tell him for the very
good reason that 1 don't know myself.
| That is. not precisely. So ] invented
| this cousin in Buffalo that had asked
had one of his secretaries buy my
| ticket and secure a Pullman reserva.
| ton on the morning train; and OF
| course I was taken tc the station
! in the limousine with two Of the body
guards along to see that I wasn't kid.
mapped or shot on the way. had
to get on the train. too, and IL had
not bribed the porter to let me on
on the other side I should be on my
| way to Buffalo now. l am not sure
me boarding the trolley after the train
| had gone. You see, / was obliged to
come across to this branch SO that our
, own station agent wouldn't know"
"And now where?" says !.
Why. New York. of course" says
she. "And tell me, Mr.. McCabe. how do
l find Greenwich Village?"
"Eh?" says L. Headed for the VIII
lage. are you? Friends there, l ex-
peet?"
NO" says she. IT don't know q soul
there. or anywhere else in town, for that
matter. But I've read SO much about
the interesting people who live there
the artists and sculptors and dramatists,
and so on-that just made up my mind
have been in New York but twice In
my life. once on my honeymoon and
once with Peter and Julia But the first
time we wandered out and got lost try
ing to find Broadway and didn't dare try
red us from a private car to his suite
in a big hotel where we had family
prayers and then drove in a closed car
to Grants tomb. That's all l have ever
seen of New York. But now"
Here she shoots over a cut-up glance
at me from Them gray eyes
WELL" says l. II expect you know
what you want. but it strikes me you're
starting in kind of strong. crashin' right
in among the short-haired girls and the
long-haired men first rattle out of the
box. Don't you think it would be best to
No. she don't. II have lived among
dull. commonplace people all my life."
says she. ~ have observed the con-
ventions. l have attended meetings Of
the ladies' guild. of the sewing circle
| of the comraittee- on foreign missions.
l have listened to Peter talk about the
things he meant to do for humanity
when humanity would let him. 1 may
be wicked, but l have been immensely
bored by it all. Now 1 want to live
oLoA6 PCopVc WIN al QuiIe uHlcFcHl
For time, at least. And I want to
get away from Peter and his guards.
Really. Mr.. McCabe, does that sound
ldreadfully wicked to your"
I've heard of wickeder programs"
You may cali me Aunt Emily, if. you
WILL" says she.
IAN right" says I. "And l was going
to add. Aunt Emily. that if l was you
I'd go to it. They're queer lot down
there, but you might find 'em enter
bluff Of visitin' in Buffalo, though? II
your son-in-law discovers that you're
missin' won't he raise quite a row."
Let him." says Aunt Emily.
"Youwon>'t have to call on him for
NO." says she. II have q private
income SUFFICIENT for all my needs. And
within week or SO I shall send Julia
word. without giving my address, that
/. am all right But land sakes! Here
"Uh-huh," says I Grand Central.
Now I'll load you into a taxi and if
you need any help or anything. there's
the studio address on my card Just
ring me up"
She waves back at me gay and ex-
cited as she starts OF for the section
where every two-room apartment is a
studio and where the trail bubbles
sometimes breakfast with their trial
wives as often as Twice a week. And
with that ! considers the incident
closed-that isG did until just as l
was turnin' in At my doorway gets a
glimpse of a short, thick-set guy in a
checked cap. trailin' along behind
He goes wanderin' past, however,
without sayin' q word.
"Huh!" thinks I. IF he is one OF
the inside guard he's lost the scent .
I'll admit ! amt quite so much
Impressed by detectives as some folks
are. All I've known have been these
central Office fiatties who are mostly
bone above the ears and do the bulk
of their sleuthin' around the side doors
where old customers are still welcomed
at rs cents a shot. And none of 'em
! ever saw wore a checked cap
Huh" thinks I once more driftin'
into the Physical Culture Studio and
proeeedin' to forget Aunt Emily COM
plete.
Must have been nearly two weeks
later. one forenoon as I'm busy in the
gym with a regular, that Swiftly Joe
] my certified assistant, comes in with