Evening star., 1922-10-08

q covert glance at the clock: "I'll
| see what can do to turn the trick!"
Il don't see how 1t can be done
without doing something we can't
stoop to do" replied Mrs. Burgess
| with a hopeful quaver in her voice.
I'VE must do no STOPPING" Web
ster agreed heartily. TT would be
far from us to resort to the course
| kidnapping tactics of the Gurleys.
And Of course you can't go to the
mat with Mrs. Gurley in the train
shed. A rough and tumble scrap
right there before the Illyrians
would be undignifed and give 'em a
| quaint notion OF the social habits
Of the corn belt But gently and
firmly to guide the 1llyrian commits
sioners to our humble home. throw
them luncheon. show 'em the
family album and after the show at
the statehouse give 'em q whirl to
the art institute. and walk 'em
through the Illyrian relief rooms,
where a pretty little Illyrian girl
dressed In her native costume would
hand 'em flowers-that's the ticket"
"Oh. Web. you are always 50 help
full when you want to be! That's the
most beautiful idea about the flowers
And perhaps a group Of Illyrian
children would do some folk dances!
I'm sure the visitors would be deep
ly touched by that"
'It would certainly make a hit"
said Webster. feeling that he was
once more rehabilitated in his wife's
| affections and confidence. you say
the Gurleys' publicity agent has al
ready gazetted their hospitable de-
signs? Excellent! The more ad-
vance work they do on the job the
better. Well give a jar to the
pickles-thats the game! Did you
get that, Gertie? Pickles, a jar OF
pickles: jar to the pickle Industry
I was thinking" said Mrs. Bur-
CESS. with a far-away look in her
eyes, "how charming the folk dances
would be and must see the settle
ment house superintendent about
choosing just the right children. But
Web, is it possible to do this so no
one Will know?"
4
sured her. Arrange your luncheon
and do it. right I've heard some
where that a great delicacy in Illyria
is broiled grasshoppers, or maybe it's
centipedes. Better look that up to be
sure not to poison our faithful ally.
You'd better whisper to Mrs. East
man that you'll want the governor,
| az
former or a Congo missionary: East
man is keen on those lines. And ask
a few pretty girls and look up the
Illyrian religion and get q bishop to
suit"
But you haven't told me how you
mean to do 1t, Web. OF course we must
be careful"
| "careful"' repeated Burgess shak-
ing himself into his top coat in the
hall door. my name is discretion.
You needn't worry about that part Of
it! The whole business will be taken
care Of: dead or alive you shall have
the nlyrians."
| 4 \ \ y
II.
WRONG Number. locked up in the
w directors room Of the White
River National, studied time
tables and maps and newspaper clip
pings bearing upon the western pill
grimage~of the Inyrian commission
In fifty words Webster g. Burgess
had transferred to his shoulders full
responsibility for producing the nly.
rians In the Burgess home. warning
him It must be done with all dignity
and circumspection.
That's for expenses" said Burgess
handing him = roll Of bills. This Job
isn't bank transaction-you get me!
It's strictly q social event"
Wrong Number betrayed no psrtur-
bation as the president stated the
case. Matters Of delicacy had been
confided to him before by his patron
tho study Of certain horses he
thought of buying and wished IN
honest report on, the cautious shsr-
locking Of . country-town customer
who was hying higher than his-credit;