Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1926-03-12

Say, mister, you amt PAID me Tor
that cigar
He paid guilty, In flushed misery.
then retired to corner and read yes
terday's paper upside down to hide
his confusion and calm himself
Long before the answer to his mes
sage had come he was haunting the
Western Union ONCE again. When the
telegram did arrive he tore 1t open
eagerly. 1t read:
This department Is not allowed
to furnish such information as II
requested.
Why hadn't he thought Of it beforel
He could telephone to Jackson, the
ianitor Of the church, to find Helen
Mosby's letter in his study. He dis
liked TO do so, for fear the man would
tell his rectors plight to everybody he
met.
Over the long-distance telephone
came Jackson's indistinct, torturing
Inswer: THE study door Is locked
ind l haven't any key"
Break down the door," was the rec
tors impatient command, "and answer
the instant you have the letter"
Markham Brown did not any longer
pretend to composure. The gospel Of
leisure and dignity was a hundred
miles from his thoughts. BE paced
the streets in strained nervousness
that was fast making him Ill. he
writhed in spirit at the thought Of the
unholy laughter Of his friends at the
University club, should they ever learn
Of his plight.
A long half hour passed, and he re-
turned to his hotel. where he had d.
rected Jackson to send his answer.
The clerk was just receipting for It
''Two-sixty-five, please" he said.
The rector fumbled in his waistcoat
pocket.
Charge it In my bill |" he exclaimed
nervously tearing open the message
which read:
Miss Mosby's address, 321 Pine.
Hollywood, Ill. JACKSON.
Good Heavens The idiot had sent
the old address-he must have taken
1t from the first letter he foundl
Markham fed into the streets, with
some vague idea Of calling up the jan
itor again, but, just as he remembered
the lack of the necessary two-sfxty-
five, he espied letter carrier. Planting
himself before the man in gray, he
stammered out:
my good man, desire to ascertain
the address of young lady stopping
with her uncle in Chicago, whose name
begins with r or s."
The letter carrier stared moment at
his questioner.
when you find It, come and tell
me-" was all he said as he turned and
walked away. Perhaps it was the
mans uniform that recalled to the
rector the refrain of London music
hall ditty counseling pedestrians in
trouble to "Arsk the PPeeceman." At
any rate, seeing a police station just
across the street, Rev. Markham Brown
hurried through its portals and laid
his troubles before the officer at the
desk
That official, as well as clean-cut
young fellow busily taking notes near
by, could scarcely restrain a smile at
the rector's predicament.
"Why don't you advertise for the
lady's address, was the best sugges
ton that the officer in charge had to
offer, and with this impossible advice
| Markham Brown set forth once more
for his hotel. ADVERTISED Quite out
of the question. Not for anything
would he have knowledge of his plight
reach his friends.
But therein the reverend gentleman
reckoned without taking into account
the enterprise Of the Ubiquitous Press
Even before he found his way back to
the hotel-haying taken the wrong
turn on emerging from the station.
and being, as usual, absorbed In
thoughts, this time very painful-hls
attention was caught by the bulletin
board Of an evening paper, where In
violent violet capitals, he read:
LOST IN CHICAGO!
| No Wedding Bells for Rev Markham
Brown. Clergymans Fruitless
| Search for Waiting Bride.
He bought paper and read a two
column "writeup" of his misadventures
of the day. Then he recalled the
young man at the police station, TAX
ing notes. A repOrter
Thoroughly depressed he entered his
hotel, where a card was handed to him
by a grinning bell boy. It read:
|
Mr.. James Crane Evans.
The Rev. Markham Brown recalled
that this was the name of the Uncle
with whom Helen MoSby was staying
He looked up. Al Evans heels came
three persistent newspaper reporters
on the scent for the latest develop
ment.
Five minutes later the rector of 81
Luke's, In weddins curb, was in cab
speeding towards &ill Porter avenue
The curtain ran. Town on his trou
bles when the rector reached the Eva
home. Fortunately tie future Mrs
Markham Brown was not gifted with
sense Of humor She showed ont,
solIcitude for his Hge mishaps AMI
admiration for n remarkable cahr
ness Of mind with which he had me-.
them. Long before they were 5tir.
Lohengrinned into the parlor she llit-,l
him back into his usual state OF warm
appreciation Of himself He was again
the apostle of leisure harmony and
dignity.
Giving @ Cess
81 see they advertise Il diva"
"Well?"
'What is a diva?"