The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-09-17
A DAYS
WALK
With jim RING
Bob Hathaway in Washington


Being the third insfallment of
this soul.searing serial of the
seamy side of the Sovereign City!
The plain truth about Washing
ton! Begin it now! =.
Chapter Four
After having been decorated by
the police for the capture of Bob
Ellis, criminal par excellence. our
hero discovered that his watch
was missing, the irregular explo-
sions in the cylinders denoting
carbon or something.
But it never was much good"
he consoled himself. "It was al.
ways running down for a day or
two at a time. like Aunt Mar
jorie at home"
At this iuncture. the reparters
came running toward him and
asked for an interview
Tell u.s." they asked In cho.
rus, "how you captured Bob or
Bill Ellis, as he is called, and
how did you ma ster the Urdu
dialect of Asia Minor at the age
of ten?"
BE seated, gentlemen" said
Robert, putting down his suit
case and leaning against g. tree
box. The eager youths scrambled
to points Of vantage on the curb
stone, and Bob began:
Now that l look back at it
all, it seems very strange. Little
did / think, when romped in
the mud puddles Of Failing Falls,
Iowa, that one day I would reach
my present position in life.
II was born in an old log
cabin on the banks of the
birthpiaces i Re Ross W Bar rde,n
Booth Harrington, Harry New
and other noted Hoosiers. At an
early. age, / started to school,
but was delayed by cloudburst,
due to a cloud bursting over the
road. Sensing the hand of Fate
in this untoward occurrence, l
Immediately hurried home to tell
my mother about the cloudburst,
only to find that my home had
been swept away in the flood
However, / wasted no time
in repining, but set to work with
a will, and at last a splendid
new. home stood on the site of
the ruins. A few years later,
after serving an apprenticeship
in the Elite Printery, / was
elected to the State legislature.
OF course, you all have heard"
He was interrupted by a heavy
hand on his shoulder.
Have you a permit to make
speeches on the street," asked
Wade Ooombs, the genial commits
sioner OF permits and other an
noying little documents.
No" replied our hero, fear
lessly.
Then take this" said Mr..
Coombs, and gave Robert an en-
bossed permit to talk on street
corners, traction problems and
other engrossing subjects.
But when our hero turned to
his erstwhile audience, he dIscov-
cred that it was, indeed erstwhile.
1t had vanished quite away"
A shrill scream pierced the
morning air, and Hathaway
peered with all his might. A
beautiful girl was struggling vail
antly for the control Of a snort
ing automobile.
There was only one thing to
do, and Bob did it. AS the shin
ing monster and it's fair occu-
pant bore down upon him, he
leaped. Grasping the car by its
radiator cap and bumper, he
pulled valiantly at it, until, rec
ognizing the touch of a master,
it Stacked it's mad gait and stood
painting.
Bob took off his derby hat
and went to the assistance of the
lady. Although weak with fright
and a slight touch of starvation,
she quickly recovered.
who are you?" asked Bob
with disarmfng frankness.
She took a card from her reti-
cule and. gave it to him. Then,
with a dazzling smile, she drove
off, leaving her rescuer staring
at the card.
Senator William Z. Borah,"
he read aloud.
"Oh, is that SOP" snarled a
voice at his side.
Just then two shots rang out.
ITO he COnfinno1l