Phoenix tribune., 1920-05-22
CHAPTER vi.

coming TO believe he had made q mis-
take in adopting such slow means to
an eagerly desired end, when, in tie
fifth week, something occurred that
dispeHed his growing pessimism. 1t
was warm Saturday night, and
when he came from the broiling
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
ings handbook, which now showed a
balance Of twenty dollars.
AS he nodded goodnight to his EN-
ployer he noticed a hatchet-faced man
in checker-board suit on one of the
lunch-counter stools. Before Fitzhush
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
you?"
According to my desert my solicit
GUS friend. draw the munifcent sal
ary of eight dollars each week"
The questioner pushed back his hat
and chewed his cigar. And his head
bobbed Up and down as he scanned the
dishwasher from top to toe
Z s'pose you'll do" he finally de-
cided. Come long to the next block.
Got someiu' I want to show you"
He led the way up State street. and
near Jackson boulevard stopped be-
fore a gold-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"
He tapped his chest proudly. you've
got 10 make that name famous. IN
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 a barber, was TO
apparel himself in distinguished garb.
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 "MAX'S."
"Um-hum," observed Fitzhugh,
drawing refiectively on his cigar 'How
much do / get for this?"
"Well. let me see-say fifteen q
week. How's that strike you?"
Not favorably. Make it thirty and
the deals 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 some 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 a barbers shop and afterward to a
clothing establishment where ready
made apparel of the better class was
sold. About eleven O'Clock he stepped
from the restaurant, paused in the YES
thule, took a pair of new chamois
gloves from a pocket and began draw
ing them on. When he stepped OUT
into the morning crowd and strolled
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
sanguine 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 a metal refuse box
near the curb and, removing his silk
hat with sweeping gesture, shielded
his eyes with his hand and stared
straight into the zenith. A minute or
more he remained thus, the human
jam thickening about him with every
second. The sidewalk became speedily
choked. A policeman showed his way
through the congestion. reached up,
jabbed his knuckles in Fitzhugh's side.
"Come out of it, professor" advised
he. ITS the closed season for star
gain"
Fitzhugh put on his hat stepped
down from his pedestal, nodded silent
" to the officer, and with the pomp