The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1920-06-15
PRESS AGENTS WELL
OILED PLOT FAILS
HIS THRILLER, INVOLVING MRS.
VAMP AND HIS POSSIBLE
SUICIDE FALLS FLAT.

press agent who planted a flower IN
desert soil. 1t is the story of plot
as skilfully designed and accurately
cut as the wheels of a watch but yet
failed to function. 1t is the story of
a hotel manager who has grown so
foxy of female guests that he can sit
in his private office and scent scan
dial ten floors up.
There came to Atlanta a flashy
Young gent whose name we Will say
for the purposes of this story was
Ferdinand Fresh He registered from
Chicago and looked the part. His
clothes were doggy, his shirt was silk.
He was quite la mode. He went to
the manager and told HIM he expect
ed a woman would call and ask to
speak to him over the phone. He in
structed the manager to instruct the
hotel operator not to let this woman
have a connection with his room I'M
der any circumstances. He said her
name was Mrs. Vamp, which is like
wise fictitious for the purposes of the
story. His manner in regard to Mrs.
Vamp was very agitated but very i'm
-portant. He gave the impression that
he was strictly business and was not
to be bothered with heart-hungry fe-
males. The manager assured him not
tC worry.
Mrs Vamp Calls.
Presently there flashed call on
the board of the hotel operator A
-woman's voice requested connection
with Mr.. Fresh = Mr.. Ferdinand
d., wy 70 Incl
operator inquired the lady's name.
This was piece of impairment curl
osity, but the lady yielded and said
her name was Mrs. Vamp. The oper-
ator told her to hold the wire while
she sought Mr.. Fresh. Then eusued
the following conversation between
that gentleman in his room and the
"P. B." operator while the lady wait
ed on. the wire:
Hello, is that Mr. Fresh? A lady
is calling. Says her name is Mrs.
Vamp. Shall put her on?"
"Not on your life" replied Mr..
Fresh "Tell her I'm not in. Don't
put her on the wire under any cir
cumstances."
To Mrs. Vamp regretfully and SYM
patheticaly:
''I'm sorry, Mrs. Vamp, Mr.. Fresh
is not in. His room doesn't answer
and he's not in the lobby. Yes, I've
had him PACED"
A few minutes later the elevator
dropped Mr. Fresh to the lobby and
he left the hotel in something of a
rush; boarding a taxicab which stOd
at the entrance he ridected the driver
tc take him to the bridge across the
Chattahoochee river He was seen no
more around the hotel.
Along towards midnight couple of
detectives presented themselves at the
hotel office and asked for the mana
ger. They seemed to have business
of Importance. They were asked to
take seats in the managers private
Office while the clerk called the man
ager out of his bed to come and see
them.
Looks Like Suicide.
Here's key to room 1140 in this
hotel,' said the one who did the talk
ing. at was found in the pocket of
this coat on the bridge at Bolton by
a street car motorman. The initials
in the pocket of his coat are Fl. F.
What is the name of the party regis
tered here in room 1140? Where does
he come from? 1t looks like suicide"
The manager knew at once. The
first thing that flashed across his
mind was the woman in the case. He
swore to himself that he would like
to poison those Internal danes that
haunt the mezZanine of his hotel.
They were always getting the place
scandalized. He took the detectives
with him and went to the room of
Mr.. Fresh.
In it they found his belongings
quite scattered, indicating hurried
and frightened departure. On the
table lay the Bible furnished by the
Gideons opened at the story of the
prodigal son, and significantly marked
at the passage in regard to the
'squandering of his substance in riot
Gus living" Pinned to the pillow on
the bed was suicide note, brief and
tragic.
1t was plain that Mr.. Fresh had
taken his fill of Mrs. Vamp; or plain
that Mrs. Vamp had taken her fill of
Ferdinand Fresh. In either event, Mr..
Fresh seemed to prefer the muddy
river and graphing hooks and a cor
oner's inquest to another seance with
the lady who called on the telephone.
And this was the point where the
flower was to bloom. This was the
point where the wheels of the plot so
skillfully devised and accurately put
together were supposed to spin. This
was the point where the police re-
porters were supposed to get thrill
err This was the point where the de-
tectives and headline writers were
supposed to begin frenzied search
fcg the "Mysterious Mrs. Vamp"