The Washington times., 1925-09-18
A DAYS
WALK
With jim RING
Bob Hathaway In washington

Bob Hathaway In washington
Are you reading this astound-
ing story? It's revelations OF
high life in Washington have
caused the high and mighty ones
of the Capital to hide behind
desks and crawl into ash cans. 1t
is not too late to begin to read
it today! Come to think of It,
it may be too soon.
Chapter Five
Here 1 am in Washington,
said our hero, boarding a street
car absentmindedly, but where
will l go? Where will be my
future homer"
I'm no good at guessing"
snapped William F. Ham, who
was thinly disguised as the con-
ductor for investigation pur-
poses. "Will you oblige me by
paying your fare?"
We'll, if l must, l suppose l
must" was Bob's clever rejoinder.
Can you change a $40 bill?"
"Oh, I'd rather not take the
trouble" the conductor said.
He took a street car token
from his pocket, dropped it into
the fare box and rang up the
fare.
"Awfully good of you, old fell
low" said Bob. Perhaps you
can give me. the address of a
good boarding home"
THAT 1 can," the conductor
said, scribbling on a card.
And fifteen minutes later our
hero was walking up the steps
to the boarding house.
1--WE don't want anything to-
day. said the girl who answered
the door-bell, and tried to shut
the portals against the visitor.
But Robert inserted a foot and
then q knee. inside the door,
and after a short tussle, con-
quered the maiu with com
bination half-nelson and scissors
hold, and snarled. Can l get
a room and board here?"
Yes" gasped the girl. "I'l
go call Mrs. Jooksey."
Bob arose and busted off his
clothes, thus finding himself al
most unclothed. He speedily
changed into a snappy light-green
suit with olive drab stripes and
looked more than ever as if
he had come from Falling Falls,
Iowa.
IT. said a tall, stately woman,
advancing toward, him, 'am Mrs.
Jooksey."
"Ah," commented our hero,
with rare, charm. And how is
Mr.. Joolkkey. and all the little
JooksevsW
"You wish accommodations, I
presume, presumed Mrs. Jock
$50. negotiations were made, and
: the notary called in. and Bob
was shown to his room.
t:Just one thing more, Mr..
Hathaway" Mrs. Jooksey said,
as she left him at his door. I'm
playing little joke on the
boarders tonight. At the table.
I'm going to ask you If you like
prunes for breakfast, and you
simply say yes. You'll do that
for me?"
II will. madam" retorted our
CHAPTER SIX
The dinner was uneventful. AS
the guests were eating the bread
puQQlnS,- MIS-. FJOOheSy AooASN
down the table and called out:
Mr.. Hathaway, do you like
prunes for breakfast"
Bob's great moment had come.
A GREATNESS silence had fallen
upon the boarding house. With
an ominous gleam IN his eye, Rob
ert arose.
Madam" he began, when I
gave you my promise to answer
yes to that question, 1 knew
little of the policy OF this board
ing house Since then, l have
learned otherwise. My answer is:
No, l do not like prunes for
breakfast. l like grapefruit,
soaked in sherry"
"Hurrah" shouted the boarders.
Hathaway forever they cried,
lifting him upon willing shoulders
and parading around the dining
room.
Fooled" Kissed Mrs. Jooksey.
jumping out of a window.
"Oh, is that so" snarled a
strange voice.
Just then two shoots rang out.
Go be continuedD