Evening star., 1924-10-12

ITHUs far the barber of the Seville
had played in amazing luck.
There were fortunately no Chicago
people at French springs, and by
| following in the newspapers each day
the movements of Chicago society
he was able to assure himself that
none were on the way. In a way,
there was something of the zest of
adventure about this masquerading
as gentleman. For, should the
papers herald the arrival of some
notable from the Sooty City, it would
Se up to Otto to pack his bags and
: And yet tonight, as he paced the
dewy lawn undor tae moon and wait
ed for, Gloria Leo. &c told himself
| that it would be impossible to leave
French Springs while she was thssr-
| impossible even though exposure
were threatened. For he was in love
Inow-hopelessly, head-over-heels in
love. All his life had he dreamed of
the love of great lady, and some
thing in his heart seemed to tell him
| that, incredible as it might sound.
the great lady from Virginia did love
him. Gloria Lee, the heiress, loved
Otto Brown, the barber. Though, Of
course. she didn't have any idea that
he was a barber,
\ moment later he was aware that
shadow had fallen across the carpet
of moonlight on the lawn.
Then she was coming toward him
through the velvet shadows under
the trees.
What marvellous night
Otto Brown, the lover, bent over
her two hands and kissed them. Then
he looked deep into her eyes. This
night" he said, was made for you
and me" OF truth. our barber
should have dwelt in the romantic
days OF plumed hats and rapiers.
Gloria Lee gazed wistfully at the
moon.
What" he asked. clinging to one
of her hands, ARE you thinking
! a bout"
I'm thinking" unused the girl
dreamily, how perfectly ehappy /
am >"
'Twerc a breach OF good taste,
really, To spy upon cur barber in his
! IoNe-uaking. So suffice il to say that
er" the new moon had slipped down
behind the scraggly elm Gloria Lee
WAS in his arms and he was telling
her brcathlessly that he had loved
her from the first moment he saw
her, and she, with her eyes closed
and her parted lips close to his, wait
ed to be kissed again.
Somt time later they strolled. hand
/ III manu. LdCh 10 Iilt npltl 10 the DALI
room. where they danced every re-
naming dance together. This fact.
coupled with the radiance of their
smiles, set every tongue in the place
wagging, and it. was definitely de
cided that the Lee girl and young
Brown were engaged.
r X
WHILE this highly agreeable little
W interlude was being played out
under the moon Felix I'iggensticker
sat nursing his bitterness in corner
OF the lobby. smoking innumerable
cigarettes. For, having seen Gloria
walk out alun" to meet his rival,
small wonder that Mr.. Piggensticker
felt upset. In his heart Il great
wrath was sinmering. He had q dis
! tinct feeling Of having loved and lost.
\ girl from the telegraph desk cross
cd the marble floor and handed old
Grubb, the night clerk, yellow tele-
+ gram
A moment later old Gubb ran a
plump hand over his bald head and
readJusted his glasses ncrvously.
Then he Dnt down the telegram and
glanced hastily about the lobby. Dag
gett, the house detective. was leaning
idly against marble pillar Gubb
signaled frantically, and Dasgett
tipped his soft hat over one eye and
Saun tered IeiSureIy across To the
desk.
Felix Piggersticker could not from
where he sat hear what the night
clerk said to Daggett, but he saw
DagEct. take up the telegram, read
il, cock his hat over the other eye and
read it again. Whereupon Felix arose
and approached the desk.
Whats up?" he asked.
Old Guhb. who was ever deferen-
I tial to wealth, bowed.
a telegram. Mr. Piggensticker."
he replied. from the chief Of police
| in Chicago. 1t seems that a crook
named Ed Bickels-Eddie the Dude
, is probably here. 1t appears he's in
the habit of stopping at good hotels,
posing as a gentleman
Let's see the telegram" suggested
Felix. raggett handed IL to him.
Descriptions: Average height, well
dressed. weight about hundred fifty,
. black hair, gray eyes, regular fea-
lures AS he finished reading, -