Evening star., 1925-10-11

| home full of enthusiasm AMI figures
showing the millions he's going to
make"
Hes q gambler"
Hes a simple.' Sally's eyes clouded
and a little quiver crept into her
voice. Simple and sensitive. Every
time I've tried to talk n little reason
to him he's got huffy. The last time,
last December, / got so furious when l
extract gold from ocean water--it can
be done. Pete. but Monty never
thought to ask could it extract enough
gold to pay for operating the machine:
which 1t can't was so furious
asked Monty If I showed him plans
for compreSsing mountain air and dew
into diamonds would he give me the
next money he earned. Right away
Monty pulled himself into his shell,
gave me the silent treatment the rest
of the day-and the next morning he
was gone
Sally blew her nose vigorously.
I'm glad of it. A man like that
around the house is a constant irrita-
ton. And trouble. There's lots of
things Monty should never eat.
used to have to watch him like a
hawk. Probably now he's at some
cheap boarding house laying a solid
foundation for lifelong indigestion. I
know what Monty's income is. know
how much he can pay for room and
board. and know he can't get tho
Sally interrupted herself. Come on.
Pete. I'll show you the room.'
Have you heard from Monty since
he left?" i asked following Sally up
the stairs.
"Oncc. He's up In Connecticut
somewhere
As Sally opened door at the end
of the hall maid from downstairs
called her.
Make yourself comfortable, Pete"
said Sally. Lunch will be ready in
a few minutes
7 ENTERED the room. 1t was some
room. At the rear OF the house.
the quiet side, it caught a river breeze
which blew through the windows
newly screened with bright copper
screening-the scent of the flowers in
he boxes outside the windows. There
was u big easy chair with broad arm
rests beside couch, both covered
with cool, linen slip-covers. Besides n
standing smokers stand there were
deep brass ash receivers on the
dresser. on q table near the window
and on a small stand at the head of
the deep boX-spring bed Immediately
spreaded and pillow slipped. Also. on
this stand, there was a hooded reading
lamp at the end of a long flexible
metal neck, and on a lower shelf half
dozen Of the latest magazines.
Everything was spotlessly clean, dust
less. I couldn't help wondering at
can of pipe tobacco on the table, it's
seal still unbroken, and a box OF a
hundred cigarettes, in which there
icpar IN
the smokers stand.
Looking at the date Of a morning
paper folded on the table saw 1t had
been placed there that very morning.
And n few flowers in a small vase on
the dresser had not been standing
there long enough to discolor the
water. Monty gets what 1 call serv-
Ice l told myself.
There were two doors in the room
besides the one into the hall. One, of
course, gave into a clothes closet. /
fish. private bath-with a shower
that the architect who designed the
house never dreamed of.
What puzzled me was this: If
Monty could not afford to live at a
decent boarding house out in the coun-
try, how could he afford the de luxe
boudoir he had been occupying in New
York?
l was nowhere near an answer when
a bell summoned me below to a meal
that satisfied me that Montmorency
du Bois, laying the foundation Of life
long indigestion up in Connecticut
somewhere, was mentally below par.
had no chance to kid any curiosity.
quenching answers from Sally the rest
OF the day. And the next afternoon
the boss he told me he'd made ar
out in the Bronx-three blocks further
than the subway will ever go-and to
report for work early Tuesday morn
ing. told Sally about 1t, thinking
could ring in Il couple of boarders
for extra people.
Waiting for one Of thenl-a woman,
naturally--to finish dressing made me-
late at the studio Tuesday. A crowd
had already collected and Tom kush
was looking them over, hunting for
types. I introduced my two ringers
and after they We're signed on / stayed
in the Office with Tom. looking at the
milling mob of job seekers.
You" Tom called, pointing to a
man near the outside door.
The first thing / noticed was the
herbiage the old cluck had let grow
unweeded and untrimmed on his face.
With his baldtop head and big round
eyes, his stopped shoulders. rounded
tummy and old clothes, he looked as
If he didn't quite know what it was
all about.
Its those whiskers I want" Tom