Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-18
DOG COLLEGE,
By P. G. Wodehouse
Stanley
Stage 81 q

/ probably set the parrot on, to your
II win have TO be done diplomat.
cally, Of course. It might be as well
IL you did not tell Ukridge what 4
propose to- do. ! do not wish g
arouse hopes which may not be full
| a BLAZE Of yellow on the plat.
form OF Sleeps Cray station
next morning informed me that
IUkridge had come to meet my train.
The sun poured down from q cloud
shine to make Stanley Featherstone.
haugh Ukridge discard his maclxin-
tosf. He looked Hike an animated
blob Of mustard.
perceived that he had been Joined
by a Sad-lOolSing man, who from the
rapid and earnest manner In which
he talked and the vehemence or his
gesticulations appeared to be VENT.
lating some theme on which he felt
deeply. Ukridge was looking warm
and harassed, and, as I approached,
Fl could hear his voice booming in
reply.
my dear sir, my dear old horse, do
be reasonable. do try to cultivate the
/ btSs Ul0oNks AcAlpAO OuSluOh-------
i = he saw me and broke aWay-not
unwillingly; and. gripping my arm,
drew me on along the platform.
The sad.looking man followed irreso-
lutely.
"Have you got the stun, ladder,
inquired Ukridge, IN tense whisper.
Yes, here Il iS.'ss
I Put II back. put It backp' moaned
ItUkridge In agony, as felt in my
pocket. do you know who that was
was talking tor Gooch, the
"Well. now's your chance. Fling
him a purse Of gold. That'll make
him look silly"
my dear old horse, can't afford
to go about the place squandering my
cash simply in order to make grocers
look silly. That money IL earmarked
for Nickerson, my landlord"
"Ohl ! say, I think the bird IL fol-
lowing us"
Then for goodness sake, laddie,
let's get move ont II that man knew
we had twenty Guild on us our lives
spring."
He led the way up a shady lane
that wound of through the fields.
sinking furtively like one that on a
lonesome road doth walk in fear and
dread. and having once looked back
walks on and turns no more his head.
because he knows g. frightful flend
doth close behind him tread AS
a matter of fact. the frightful fiend
had given up the pursuit after the
| first few steps, and moment later
drew this fact to Ukridge's attention,
for 1t was not the sort Of day on
which to break walking records un-
necessarily.
Thank goodness we've shaken him
of, 2 he said. mot bad chap in his
| way. believe-a good husband and
father. I'm told. and sings in the
church choir. But no vision. That's
what he lacks, old horse-vision. He
can't understand that all vast indus
trial enterprises have been built upon
| a system of liberal and cheerful
the life blood Of commerce. Without
credit commerce has no elasticity.
And IL commerce has no elasticity
what good is it?"
don't know"
Nor does anybody else. Well, now
that he's gone. You can give me that
money. Did Tuppy cough up cheer
Ifuliy?"
"Blithely."
II knew IT, said Ukridge, deeply
| moved, II knew it. A good fellow.
One Of the best. I've always liked
Tuppy. A man you can rely on.
Some day, when ! get going on q big
scale, he shall. have this back q thou-
sandfold. I'm glad you brought small
notes.
"Why?',
II want to scatter 'em about on the
table in front Of this Nickerson
Brighter"
WE had come to a red-roofed house,
set back from the road amidst
trees. Ukridge welded the knocker
forcefully.
"Tell Mr.. Nickerson," he said to the
maid, that Mr.. Ukridge has called
and would like a word"
About the demeanor Of the man
who presently entered the room into
which we had been shown there was
that subtle but well-marked some
thing which stamps yopr creditor the
world over. Mr.. Nickerson was a
man Of medium height, almost COM
pletely surrounded by whiskers, and
through the shrubbery he gazed at
Ukridge with frozen eyes, shooting
out waves Of deleterious animal mag
netiSm. You could. see at glnnce
that he was not fond Of Ukridge.
Take him for all in all, Mr.. Nickerson
| looked like one of the less amiabie
prophets Of the Old Testament about
to interview the captive monarch of
the Amalekites.
.WeIl?" he said, and 1 have never
heard the word spoken IN q more Tor.
bidding manner.
1--WE come about the rent.
"Ah!' said Mr.. Nickerson, guard
eddy.
"Here.', said Ukridge. and, with a
superb gesture, flung money on the
| table.
understand now why the massive.
minded man had wanted the small
notes. They made brave display.
| There was q light breeze blowing In
| through the open window, and so mu-
steal a rustling did 1t set UP as It
played about the heaped-up wealth
| that Mr.. Nickerscn's austerity seem.
ed to vanish like breath OF q razor
blade. For a moment q dazed look
came into his eye and he swayed
| up the money. he took on the be,
| nevOleilt air OF a bishop blessing pill
grims. AS far as Mr.. NickerSon waS
concerned, the sun was up.
well, i may as well take those
dogs now said Ulridge. The soon.
er they're back with me the better.
They've lost q days education as i
!. is, 8
why, certainly. Mr.. Ulxridge; GER
4 tain1y. They are III the shed at the
/ bottom Of the garuen. VIII gel
them for you at once.
He reiterated through the door, bah
bling overwhelmingly.
& Amazing how fond these blokes
are of money. sighed Ukridge. Is
j q thing don't like to see. SOrdid,
call it. That blighter's eyes were
4 cleaning, positively cleaning, laddie
/ IS be scooped up the stun q