Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-06-05

Rudge audience have given me the
bird few years ago? Not chance!'
But you've never tried them will
the quarrel scene from Julius Caesar
before. Everybody has a breaking
point"
The argument was speciouS, but Hugo
shook his head.
In the good old days I could have
done Hamlets soliloquy and the hal
would have rung with hearty cheers
It's just this modern lawleSsness ano
bolshevism. There was A very tougf
collection of the Budd street element
standing at the back, who should never
away chi-yiking the vicar during his
short address. I didn't think anything
/ of 1t at the time. / merely supposed
| that they wanted him to cheese 1t and
| let the entertainment start. l thought
! that directly Ronnie and I came on we
/ should grip them. But We were barely
third of the way through when there
were loud cries 81 'Tripe' and Get
off,"
Il see what that meant. You hadn't
gripped them"
Il was never so surprised in my life.
Mark you, I'll admit that Ronnie was
perfectly rotten. He kept foozling his
lines and saying, oh. sorry' and going
back and repeating them. You can't
get the best out of Shakespeare that
way The fact is, poor old Ronnie is
feeling little low just now. He got a
letter this morning from his man,
Bessemer in London. fellow who has
been with him for years and has few
equals as a TOuScr presser, sprlnging
the news out Of an absolutely clear sky
that he's been secretly engaged for
weeks and is just going to get married
and leave Ronnie Naturally. it has
upset the poor chap badly. With a
thing like that on his mind. he should
never have attempted an exacting part
like BrutuS in the quarrel scene,
Just what the audience thought, ap-
parently. What happened after that?"
We'll, We buzzed along as well as We
could, and We had just got to that bit
about digesting the venom of your
spleen though it do split you, when the
proletariat suddenly started bunging
vegetables"
"Vegetables?"
"Turnips. mostly. as far as I could
gather Now. do you see the significance
of that, John?"
How do you mean. the significance"
We'll, obviously these blighters had
come prepared. They had meant to
make trouble right along. If not, why
would they have come to a concert with
Ineir pockets bullying with turnips?"
They probably knew by instinct that
they would need them"
No! 1t was simply this bally boil
shevism one reads so much about"
You think these men were in the pay
of Moscow"
Il shouldn't wonder. Well. that took
us off. Ronnie got rather beefy whack
en- the side of the head and exited rap
Idly. And I wasn't going to stand out
there doing the quarrel scene by my
self, so I exited too, The last I saw,
Chas. ByWater had gone on and was
telling Irish dialect stories with a
Swedish accent"
Did they throw turnips at him?"
Not one. That's the sinister part of
it. That's what makes me so sure the
thing was an organized outbreak and
all part OF this class war you hear about. !
Chas. ByWater, in spite of the fact that
his material was blue round the edges !
goes like breeze. and gets off without !
a single turnip, whereas Ronnie and |
q. well, said Hugo, hideous grim |
ness in his voice, this has settled one !
thing. I've performed for the last time |
for Rudge-in-th the Next year when |
they come to me, and plead with me to .
help out with the program, I shall re-
ply. Not after what has occurred !
Well, thanks for the drink I'll be |
buzzing along" Hugo rose and wander
ed somnambulistically to the table.
What are you doing?"
Working"
'Working?"
Yes. working"
What at?"
Accounts. Stop fiddling with those
papers, curse you
What's this thing"
That" said John, removing it from
his listless grasp and putting it out of
reach in a drawer, lis the diagram of |
q thing called an Alpha Separator. 1t /
works by centrifugal force and can sep
arate 2724 quarts of milk in an hour.
1t has also a Holstein butter churner /
and boiler that at 70 de-
grees c. destroys the obligatory and OPP
-ional bacteria.
Yes"
positively
oh! Well, hang it, anyway" said
Hugo.
Hugo crossed the strip of gravel be-
tween the stable yard and the house
and, having found in his trouser pocket
he key of the back door, proceeded to
ct himself in. His objective was the
dining room. He was feeling so much
better after the refresnment of which
nc IIdu JuSJ pdTldken IEaG reason IOIQ
lim he had found the right treatment
Tor his complaint A few more swift
)nes from the cellarette in the dining
-oom and the depression caused by the
iespicable behavior of the Budd street
,olshevists might possibly leave him al
ogether
The passage leading to his goal was in
but ne moved stedily forward.
occasionally a chair would dart from
is place to crack him. over the SHIN but
ne was not to be kept from the cellar
lite by trif1es like that. Soon his fin
gers were on the handle of the door and
lie flung it open and entered. And it
vas at this moment that there came to
lis ears an odd noise.
1t was not the noise itself that was
odd. Feet scraping on gravel always
makes that unmistakabe sound. What
impressed itself on Hugo as curious was
he fact that, on the gravel outside the
lining room window, feet at this hour
mould be Scraping at all His hand had
been outstreatched to switch on the
light, but now he paused. He waited,
listening. And presently in the oblong
If the middle Of the three large win
lows he saw dinly against the lesser
darkness outside a human body 1t was
nsinuating itself through the opening
md what Hugo felt about it was that he
liked its dashed nerve.
(To be continued)