Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-08-01

If they did they didn't say it. Just
sat there. grim and solemn, putin out
cigar smoke. Not grouchy, you kho",
but each keepin' to himself. ana 1
couldn't help thinkin'. as watched en- EN-,
'What a pair of hard-boiled eggs,
Also / got to wonderin' what an ola
plute thinks about when he thinks ne
thinks. Who he can do next, 1 expect.
believe I was hoping I'd never get
to the point where couldn't see slraS
dollar or two without layin' plans TO
get the net over 'em when 1 notices tnat
our taxi driver has lodged Broadway
traffic block by switchin' on TO 5th ave
nue. and is maxim a detour back through
West Sixty something or other IL was
a poor bunch, though, for the next thing
he knows he's hung up by a side-street
lam with no cop to untangle the mess.
There's an asphalt repairin gang at
work on one side, complicated by lou
of trucks that has got snaried up on
the other, where lot of house wreck
erS are at work on one Oh those oiu
%Hah!" snorts Old Hickory. starin'
out at the mess. Very skliliul OF you.
driver. Couldn't find anything worse 10
get us into, l suppose? Where are we,
anyway"
The taxi pilot gives him our latitude
and longitude and honks impatient at
the truck drivers.
"Can you make out just what is
going on, IOTCny. dShS S>lu AAiNNOAS'
| Same old game, sir" says l. taking
New York to pieces and putting 1t to-
eether again. / should say by the looks
that another fine old double breasted
mansion was about to bite the dust
Look at them mahogany doors they're
"Eh?" says he, turnin' his head lam
"stin got the old silver numbers on"
says /, just. by way Of maxim talk'
"Goodby old 321.''
What" says he. rousin' up Three
twenty lone, did you say? Hear that,
lTupper?"
come out of his trance and is leanln'
forward as far as his perfect iorty-slx
interested. ':By GEORGE" says he. big
Dams home at last l wonder Ellins.
If those fellows know"
Hardly" says Old Hickory. II should
say that Big Dan had been forgotten
long before most of them landed at Ellis
Island. 1 don't suppose you have for
gotten, though! Ell, Tupper?"
mo" says A. Gordon, settin' that
hard old jaw of his
Old Hickory chews on his cigar indus
trious for a minute. and then he rolls
| his shrewd eyes to the right. and you
still believe. Upper" he goes on that
"Oh, what does it NATTER" breaks in
Topper. "All that is past and done for.
Big Dan has been under the sod these
dozen years or more, and the fine house
that he built in his pride and glory
well, look at the darned thing now" At
which Upper let's of one of his dry.
cackly laughs and leans back in the
taxi.
1--WE were there the very night he
disappeared, you know" adds Old Hick-
DRY.
the district attorneys office would have
found you with him il we had been an
hour later says Upper. There was
a plain clothes man watching the en-
| trance as we came out. l have never
| asked you, Ellins but I'm going to now.
How do you think he got away
why should l have any theory bet
| ter than yours?" demands Old Hickory.
You went up with him to that top
floor library" says Upper, while 1
stayed down in the drawing room"
Yes" admits Old Hickory II was
, with him not more than five minutes.
| And l want to tell you, Upper. that I
gave him those securities for the fran
chise he was to put through for us.
More than that, left them with him."
so before. Eliins.' says he.
See here" says Old Hickory, do
you think that after twenty-five years
would still stick to lie
81 only know comes back Upper.
tnat at tHe time ndo soOu reason LOT
suspecting that you hadn't played fair.
You did vote a ma jority of the stock at
the next annual meeting, didn't you?
Where did you get it all, Ellins?'
'Tn the open market, as told you,"
says Old Hickory.
"Oh. WE'LL" says Upper. shruggin'
his shoulders: Lets get on out of
here"
Maybe it was fate. and maybe it was
couple of trucks with locked wheels
and stubborn drivers. Anyway, there
we stuck in front Of the house Of Big