Evening star., 1924-09-21

out here"-he moved swiftly away
"as soon as I can get him. Wen see
if-Here, Shrimpi Shrimp-you hear
me? Come back here"
For His Majesty had done noseF
dive from Bainbridge's grasp, and
once more. forefoot raised in plead
ing, was back with the horses The
young man stared, his anger cooling.
He does seem crazy about. those
horses" he mused.
Gran'ma waved a hand. "Crazy's
just the word" came enthusiastically.
II tried to drive him away, but l just
couldn't do it. I just didn't have the
heart to kick him out" Gran'ma
slowed his speech slightly. Been
kind of down-in-the-mo lately,
anyway; they've been figurin' On sell
lin off this team If they can get
any price for it a-tall. An when he
came on, just thought maybe he'd
be company. But don't know. He'd
want to go with them. Never see
anything like the way that bulldog
loves them Percherons."
Um-humph" Mr.. cambridge said
it absently. He loves the Per-
cherons. does he? The bulldog, you
said? Yes" ..---
Gran'ma widened his eyes slightly
as MIR. Bainbridge suddenly walked
in circle, mumbling: THE bulldog
loves the Percherons. Hunph. Per-
cherons pull-Percherons pull. Bull
dogs-bulldoss-wh do bulldogs
do? What do bulldogs"
Bite, Mister" said Gran'ma. Then
to cover up his surprise: Once a
bulldog gets a grip.
.Grip-grip-" Mr. Bainbridge
twiddled his fingers, sasped once or
twice. then suddenly seemed to come
up for air. You said this team was
for sale cheap?"
"It sure is! But the trouble is,
they can't get nobody that wants big
horses-or wants 'em all at once"
Then he halted, for wiid-eyed
man had graspcd him by the shoulder
and pulled him forward.
Where's the manager? Take me
to the manager"
x x
A y hour later Miss Margaret Lam
nington looked out Of an up
stairs window, shrieked wildly, ran
down the steps and rushed into the
middle of the street to seize to her
| breast the form of His Lordship Kill
kenning Marston Conaueror l; also
to gasp at the sight Of a disheveled
person who, with one hand on a halter
strap, was helping bent old man
| lead eight enormous and elderly
| horses down the street.
| why, Theodore" she called
What has happened, Where did
Toodles come from? What"
III call you up" came the croaking g
Then he went on, still muttering:
Bulldogs grip" he repeated. Bull
dogs grip. Percherons pull, and bull
dogs grip-'
But Miss Lannington was not the
kind that waits half an hour for a
solution to anybody's mystery. She
even forgot the fact that Toodles
| wasn't bathed. She fixed her hair.
She powdered her nose. Then she
hunted up the old harness, bun led
Toodles into it. then, with the dog on
the leash, hurried forth to her car.
| No, Mr.. Bainbridge wasn't in the
| Office. The boy thought he might be
out in the garage yard. At least, Mr..
| Kendall h ad just gone out there. Miss
Lanninston moved hurriedly onward,
suddenly to lean back as the Shrimp
yowled with excitement and struggled
to reach an eight horse team of Per-
cherons, in front Of which stood her
own Mr.. cambridge, shaking his fist
! in the broad face of Mr.. Kendall, the
| general manager.
And l don't care what you do about
it," he was announcing. 1t doesn't
make one particle of difference 10 me.
| Not that muCh,' He snapped his An
gers contemptuously. I'm just Civ
ing you the first chance-thats all
| These horses are mine. Paid for them
out of my own pocket-twelve hun
| dred dollars, If YOU want to know,
That's what I think Of it"
But just a minute, Mr.. Bain bridge
II you'll just take things easy"
oh, want to get the. lay Of the
land. eh? Well, I'll give it to you
Never mind judging other persons by
i-by-''
| Theodore" 1t had begun to look
his head. stared, disregarded her en-
tirely and went back to his subjec.
| 'As I said, 1 don't care whether
| you want it or not Here's one you
can turn down just as early and as
often as you want to. 'Eisht-Horse
| Glue" Get that? Eight-Horse Glue
A Percheron Pull and Bulldog Grip.
Did you hear it? An eight-horse team
pulling against a bulldog stuck in
glue. Does that sing in? These
| eight horses. with plumes on, hitched
| to a big wagon with that picture and
| the slogan on it, delivering every job
ber's order of glue through the streets
Of St. Louis-that backed up by the
straight advertising. And how long
Mr.. Kendall, will it take for every
body in that town to think Of oui
glue every time they turn around:
| Huh?" He paused and shook his
head. "Wen, go ahead and say it
! 1t won't do, huh: Well, I'll tell you
lthis: If it doesn't I'm the happiest