The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1920-06-10
CHAPTER vi.

FitZhugh began to fret and fume at
his irksome employment. he was
coming to believe he had made a mis-
take in adopting such slow means to
an eagerly desired end, when, in ti;e
fifth week, something occurred that
dispelled his growing pessmism. 1t
was warm Saturday night, and
when he came from the broilins
kitchen with his coat under his arm,
dripping with perspiration, his EN-
plOyer met him and handed him eight
dollars, five of which he promptly
placed between the leaves of his saw
fngs handbook, which now showed a
balance of twenty dollars.
AS he nodded goodnight to his EN-
ployer he noticed hatchet-faced man
in checker-board suit ON one of the
lunch-couDter stools. Before Fitzhugh
reached Van Buren, street this man
confronted him and, smiling as cor-
daily as his hard face would permit
asked:
"How much does the Greek pay
your"
According to my desert, my solicit
Gus friend. l draw the munifcent sal
cry of eight dollars each week."
The questioner pushed back his bat
and chewed his cigar. And his head
bobbed up and down as he scanned The
dishwasher from top to toe.
81 s'pose you'll do" he finally de-
Cided Come long to the next block.
Got some'in' I want to show YOU"
He led the way up State street. and
near Jackson boulevard stopped be-
fore goId-and-white restaurant, gilt
tering with electric lights, brand new
and spick and span. Across the plate
glass window in letters three feet high
was the name, ."AIax's."
"See that? That's me. I'm Max. 2,
He tapped his chest proudly. You've
got 30 make that name famous. I'm
derstand me? Famous! Comet Come
long inside and I'll tell you all bout
It."
They went in, and Mr.. Max outlined
his plan. Briefly it was this /: Fitz-
hugh, after a visit to barber, was TO
apparel himself in distinguished CAB
and with an aristocratic demeanor
was to promenade State street for five
hours daily. Painted in white letters
on the back of his frock-coat would
be the name MANS"
"Um-hum,'' observed Fitzhugh
drawing refectively on his cigar. How
much do I get for thiS?.
"WelI LET me see-say fifteen a
week. How's that strike your
''Not favorabiy. Make it thirty and
the deal's closed" And even as he
spoke Fitzhugh was wondering if his
beard sufficiently disguised him He
decided it did. Besides, there were
the theatrical possibilities of the
thing, and this appealed strongly to
his love for make-believe.
After sonle further bargaining it was
agreed he was to receive twenty dollars
the first week and, if employed longer,
thirty dollars each for all subsequent
weeks
He reported for work Monday morn
ing. Accompanied by Max, he went
to BARRIERS shop and afterward to a
clothing ESTABLISHMENT where ready
made apparel CT the better class was
sold. About eleven o'clock he stepped
from the restaurant, paused in the yes
fiBule, took pair OF new chamois
gloves from pocket and began draw
ing them on. When he stepped OUT
into the morning crowd and strolIed
up State street, swinging gold
headed cane, his glistening hat tower
ing high above the mass of heads, he
started a furore far greater than his
eanguine employer expected.
When he reached Adams street
there was in his wake jostling num-
Der of more curious ones, anxious to
keep him in sight. yet loath to betray
their eagerness. He stopped at the
corner. mounted meta refuse box
near The curb and. removing his silk
hat with a sweeping gesture, shielded
fjs eyes with his hand and stared
straight into the zenith. a minute or
Tu0re he remained thus, the human
3an th:ckenins about him with every
Aeco.al. The SIDEWALK became speedily