The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-09-30
A DAYS
WALK
With JIM RING
Bob Hathaway in Washington


This singing serial, tearing
away the wells of sham and pre-
tense from Washington's high
life, is shaking the beau monde
of the Capital to its foundations!
Threats, attempted assassinations,
brides and official warnings shall
not deter US from our high pur-
pose! This expose must go on!
Begin it today!
Chapter Ten
One fine spring day, when all
the world except the piccolo
student in the apartment opposite
the Daily Daily office was in
tune, Bob Hathaway was quietly,
happily carving his initials on
the 1927 desk which was pro-
vided him in the city room.
He was thinking of the mys-
terious girl who had fitted in
and out of his life on his first
few days in Washington. And
here it was well after 10 o'clock,
and he had not seen her again.
"Hathawayw called the city edi-
tor of the Daily Daily, and the
handsome young chap arose and
walked over to the executives
desk. He smiled to himself as
he heard the copy boys whisper
ing behind him, "That's our star
reporter! He is going out on an
assignment"
There is a large blank space
on Page One" said the City Editor,
land I'm sure I haven't tho
slightest idea of how it is to be
filled. / will leave that entirely
II viii not fail you," Hathaway
assured him. BOY, my coat"
He strobe out of the office and
summoned a taxicab.
ITO the Capitol" he directed,
YES, indeed. Mr. Hathaway,
the taxi driver replied, pulling
his fopelock, and away they
whirled to the Patent Office.
'All out for the Capitol! cried
the jovial tax driver.
How much do I owe your
inquired Robert, tactfully, as he
alighted.
"A clasp of your hand" re-
turned the driver. II couldn't &C
cept money from you, sir. 1t is
q privilege to serve you."
Thank you, my good fellow,
said Hathaway, touched by this
demonstration Of affection. And
there was a suspicious moisture
in his eye as he turned toward
the Patent Office.
where is the rotunda?" he
asked a guard at the door.
1--WE have just sent it over to
the cleaners said the guard.
1--WE were expecting it back here
almost any minute, but you know
how them things are"
This is the Capitol, isn't it,"
asked our hero.
mo, SIR" said the guard. this
is the Department Of Agriculture.
"FoiIedr' cried Robert. Good
Heavens, is there no one / can
trust?"
thrust me-" said a sweet voice,
and the mystery girl appeared
before them. "Come, l will
take you to the Capitol"
Stunned by his good fortune,
Bob spoke not a word until the
girls speedy roadster had drawn
up before the impressive build.
ing. He alighted from the car.
"Who are your" he gasped.
d AA1ClEOJ LAAC 6AAS
and pressed something into his
hand.
Then she was away like the
wind or the Prince of Wales, who
is away most of the time, any
how, leaving Bob on the stone
sidewalk, staring at the card in
his hand.
Senator William r. Borah,''
he read, with growing amaze
ment.
Swiftly his mind reviewed the
incidents of the day. The taxi
driver-the Patent Office guard
and now, this? What did it all
mean? Inspiration smote him,
and he gathered himself up pain
fully from the cold ground.
Staggering to a telephone, he
called his office.
1T am unfathoming a plot to
assassinate the President" he
gasped.
"Oh, is that SOP" snarled an
unfamiliar voice on the wire.
Just then two shots rang out.
ITO be cOntinuedl