Evening star., 1925-05-31

by my bed and | took refreshing
sip. lust right, as usual. Not too
hot, not too sweet. not too weak. not
too strong, not too much milk ana not
drop spilled in the saucer. A most
amazing cove. Jeeves. SO dashed com
petent i'll every respect. I've said 1t
before. and I'll say 1t again. | mean
10 say, take Just one small instance.
Every other valet I've ever had used
10 barge into my room in the morning
While l was still asleep, causing much
misery: but JeeVes seems to know
when I'm awake by sort of tele-
pathy. lie always floats in with the
cup exactly two minutes after / come
10 life. Makes a deuce of q lot of
difference to a fellows day.
"How'S the weather. Jeeves?"
Exceptionally clement, sir
Anything in the papers,"
Some slight friction threatening in
the Balkans. sir. Otherwise, nothing" ."
Il say. JeeveS, a man / met at the
club last night told me to put my
shirt on Privateer for the o'clock
race this afternoon. How about it?"
81 should not advocate it, sir. The
stable is not sanguine,"
That was enough for me. Jeeves
knows. How. l couldn't say. but he
knows. There was a time when |
would laugh lightly. and go ahead,
and lose my little all against his ad.
vice. but not now.
Talking Of shirts" I said. have
those mauve ones | ordered arrived
.set?"
YES. sir. I sent them back"
sent them back?"
Yes. sir. They would not have be-
come you"
Well, l must say I'd thought fairly
highly of those shirtings, but ! bowed
10 superior knowledge. Weak? l
don't know. Most fellows, no doubt,
are all for having their Wallets con-
fine their activities to creasing trou-
sers and what not without trying to
run the home; but it's different with
-eeves.
Right from the first day he came to
me, l have looked on him as a sort
Of guide, philosopher, and friend.
"NTr. Little rang up on the tele-
phone. l informed him that you
were not yet awake"
Did he leave a MESA ge?
mo, sir. He mentioned that he
had a matter of Importance to discuss
with you, but confded no details"
''Oh. well, expect l shall be seeing
him at the club
mo doubt, sir"
| wasn't what you might call in a
fever of impatience. Bingo Little is
a chap l was at school with, and we
see a lot of each other still. He's the
nephew of old Mortimer Little, who
retired from business recently with
goodish pile. you've probably heard
of Little's Liniment-it limbers up
the legs) Bingo biffs about London
on a pretty comfortable allowance
given him by his uncle, and leads on
the whole a fairly unclouded life.
After breakfast ! lit cigarette and
and went to the open window to in
spect the day. 1t certainly was one
of the best and brightest.
"Jeeves." 1 said.
'Sir?" said Jeeves.
You were absolutely right about
the weather. 1t is a juicy morning"
Decidedly. sir"
Spring and all that"
"Yes, sir
''In the spring, Jeeves, livelier
iris CLEANS upon the FURNISHED dove"
80 ! have been informed. sir"
Right no! Then bring me my
whangee. my yellowest shoes, and the
old green Homburg. I'm going into
the park to do pastoral dances,
I DO NOT know if you know that
= sort of feeling you get on these
days around about the end of April
and the beginning Of May, when the
sky is a light blue. with cottonwood
clouds, and there is bit of a breeze
blowing from the west? Kind of up
lifted feeling. Romantic. if you know
what 1 mean. / am not much of q
ladies' man, but on this particular
morning it seemed TO me that what
really wanted was some charming girl
to buzz up and ask me to save her
from assassins or something. SO that
it was a bit of an anti-climaI when
merely ran into young Bingo Little,
looking perfectly foul in a crimson
satin tie decorated with horseshoes.
Halo. Bertie,' said Bingo.
My word, mani I gargled. The
eravat, The gents neclwear! Why?
For what reason?"
"Oh, the tie?" He bIushed. Il
er-I was given it
"Jeeves tells me you want to talk to
mo about something" 1 said.
''Eh?" said Bingo, with start.
''Oh, yes, yes. Yes"
I waited for him to unleash the
topic Of the day, but he did not seem
to want to get going.
Il say, Bertie,'' he said. after a
pause of about an hour and a quarter.
DO you like the name Mabel"
"No"
'.No?''
NO"
You don't think there's a kind of
music in the word, like the wind rus
Ting gently through the treetops?"
NO"
He seemed disappointed for a mo-
ment; then cheered up.
"Of course, you wouldn't. You al
ways were "a fat-headed worm without
any soul, weren't you2"
Just as you say. Who is she?
Tell me all
For / realized now that poor old
Bingo was going through it once
again. Ever since I have known
him-and we were at school together
he has been perpetuallY falling in
love with some one, generally in the
Spring, which seems to act on him like
ma gic. At school he had the finest
collection Of actresses photographs
Of any one Of his time; and at oxford
his romantic nature was a byword.
You'd better come along and meet
her at lunch" he said, looking at his
watch.
"A ripe suggestion" I said. Where
are you meeting her? At the Ritz"
Near the Ritz"
He was geographically accurate.
About fifty yards east of the Ritz
there is one of those blighted tea-and-
bun shops you see dotted about all
over London. and into this, if you'll
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