Evening star., 1921-04-17

there. and then Sadie'd have to be
told. I didn't want to ten Sadie-that
is. not until after ! knew what I'd
bought. Course, if it was some rich
what 1 paid for it. that would be diff
ferent. But what the blazes was it,
anyway? Gradually it was beginning
to dawn on me that I'd got to find out.
But how? You can't stop tourin' car
on Broadway and open a crate with
out attractin' a lot Of attention. Be
sides, didn't have SO much as a
pocket knife with me.
And then. as we swung into 6th
avenue above 34th street. / spots this
porter gettin' busy with a hatchet on
some cases Of canned goods in front
of a wholesale grocery
Hey" / calls to Squid. Pull up
here"
The hatchet artist didn't want to
tackle the crate for fear he'd lose his
job, bat when 1 showed a five at him
he lifted it out and proceeded to pry
the stats loose. Next he tears off the
heavy paper and out he digs-well,
what's your guess? A whalin' big
deer's head sproutin' a he-sized set Of
Gosh" says I. $50 that's what
was in there?"
"Where you steal him. eh?" de-
mands the porter.
You natter me. Otto" says I. DO
i
steal anything: squid. drive on up
to the station"
was sure now that ! couldn't
show up at the studio with a thing
like that. I'd never hear the last Of
it from Swiftly IL did. All I could
think of was gettin' out to Rock
hurst. So balances the head on the
seat, hooks one arm careless through
the antlers, and tries to look as
though I wasn't doing anything un-
usual. But we got plenty of notice
on that drive. especially across 42nd
street. I'll say we did.
Hey. where'd you shoot it?" yells
kid on the back of a truck.
Say, they're movin the museum"
sings out another.
I'd rather not say how much squid
stuck me for that ride. He had me
where / couldn't put up an argument.
though. so paid up prompt, wrapped
my arms around that set Of antlers
and sneaked in through the taxi en-
trance-that is. tried to sneak in
unobtrusive. But with all them
horns draped around me and the
prongs stickin' out every which way.
it was hardly successful sneak 1
managed to spear one zippy female
through the veil and another old
DANES shirt waist at the same time.
they didn't hesitate to state their
opinions Of man who Travelled with
such hand baggage.
"Carting a deer's head about in a
crowd! says the old girl. You must
be crazy"
you've said it," says I. I'm on
my way back to the asylum now"
And il you want to feel real foolish
some time just try strollin' through
a busy place like the Grand Central
esplanade embracin' a full grown set
were rushin' breathless for the ticket
windows stopped to gawp at me-
Groups of young things coming in
from boardin' schools for matinee
and marshmallow orgie took one
glance and got the giggles. Lady
shoppers who lodged out of my way
stared at me indignant: A Boston
bull being led toward the baggage
car tugged frantic at his leash and
wanted to mix 1t up with me the
worst way. Two red-capped station
porters that tried to hire shook
their heads and beat 1t.
YOU might know. too, that prob
ably the only souse inp sight
would get his eye on me and come
tackin' over. He's a tall. long
gent who wears tan spats and bone
! trimmed glasses and is tryin' to look
mighty solemn and dignified. But he
sure had been shootin' from the hip
frequent that day. for he wabbles
some as he gives me the friendly hail
Pardon me. m'friend." says he
"but might I ashk pershonal ques-
tionr'
III you'll make 1t snappy, you may"
says I.
Right! says he. "Just want to
know il my vision informa ma co.