Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-08-28
A WEEK FROM WEDNESDAY
By Wallace H1Uin

, thought Peggy. If she had been Miss
/ Chumley and as anxious to see MIR.
| AnCaSter as she prOfesscd, why hadn't
| she asked for him on that occasion?
| Peggy bounced toward the idol whose
feet she worshiped because they were
of clay.
Miss Chumley telephoned."
"What did she say"
"She can't see YOU today. She's
/ spending the evening with her
| lawyer
Il see" She could have taken the
poor boys head in her lap so crest
| fallen it had become.
| And l think, if you hurry, Mr.. An
| caster. you can make that O'Clock
| train"
Then she went to the office, and was
| Just in time to catch Mr.. Shields, of
! the booking department.
Harry" she begged, edo you re-
member a girl in a tan suit with
pink hat. came in with a man-day
before yesterday, late in the after
| noon?"
whats her Nance"
That's what / want to know. |
heard her asking something about her
aunt's equator. Think of aunts,
Harry. and equators. It's very i'm
portant."
Harry opened an index file at be-
gins with a c. Chocolate. Chewing
gum-that's it. Chew, Miss Chew.
Gee the things you have to re-
member
He brought out card and indicated
the record Chew. Ernestine."
She's a friend of Mr.. Ancestors,
isn't she?" asked Peggy, with glorious
innocence.
is she? She was on the Equinox.
Dun't esk! And do you know what j
heard her calling. your boss? The
Fungus
THURSDAY morning another blue
L. envelope. Peggy read it and MADE
her own interpretations.
Dear, dear Mr.. Ancaster" (Chumley
had opened the sirup-jug nowD 1t
has ali been such a comedy of errors,
hasn't it? 1t really wasn't my tauit
this time But / know what a busy
person you must be, and | do so nope
7 didn't interfere with your program
(No YOU didn't, and | know you're
sorryD
"Nr. ". Clarence Jilley has put us
up at Syosset. You remember, L nope
that I mentioned a week from Wednes'
dav. Well. Wednesdays past, isn't
it-so il will be next "Wednesday. Mrs.
Jilley is having a reception TOR Lazy
Daragh and me, and she was so good
natured as to let us ask few frlends.
Wouldn't you come? L should pe
thrilled at meeting you. And Lazy
Daragh is quite impatient TO cnat
with you about lions" Il ii bet she ISL
Just drop a line to Lady Daragh,
NJ,.c, M don't
point us.-Phyllis Chumley."
The most simple way should have
been for Peggy to go to her superior
and tell him her suspicious. But
well trained secretary would no sooner
intrude with personal advice than she
would lay a custard pie, soft side
down, on the official blotter.
But.Peggy took time to call up Mr..
Jilley's house. II beg your pardon,
madame?" asked q butlerish voice
when she inquired for Mrs. Phyllis
Chumley. Miss Chumley," she re-
peated. Lady Daragh's niece" Lady
Daragh is out" replied the man. Il
don't want Lady Daragh. But l should
like to speak to Miss Chumley."
There is no Miss Chumley here" he
persisted.
Saturday morning a note arrived
from the most fashionable of Fifth
avenue tailors announcing that Mr..
Ancestors new suit, ordered last
Thursday, was ready to try on. So
he was going to his execution in fes-
tival clothes. If only she could drop
a hint into his ear.
Near quitting time she got her
chance. she thought. and used it with
the gaucherie of timid murderer.
Miss Brown" said he. please
phone Mr.. Clyde of the Blue Bell
Steamship Co. and say can't see him
Wednesday afternoon"
But, Mr.. Ancaster, on Wednesday
aftarnnnn---t,