Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-04-21

of Long Island City and sent
home by his father-in-law to
stimulate the sale of the firms prod
ucts, naturally thought right away of
his Aunt Georgiana. There was
woman who literally ate dog-biscuits
She owned four Pekes, two Poms,
Yorkshire terrier. three Sealyhams
stitute promising market for Donald
sons Dog-Joy, Freddie would like to
know what did.
A day or so after his arrival, accord
ingly, he fastened round to Upper Brook
street to make sales talk; and it was
as he was coming rather pensively out
CT the house at the conclusion of the
interview that he ran into old Beefy
Bingham, who had been up at Oxford
with him.
Several years had passed since the
other, then third-year Blood and
Trial Fights man, had bicycled along
tow-pathS, saying rude things through
a megaphone about Freddie's stomach,
but he recognized him instantly.
"Beefers!' cried Freddie, his slight
gloom vanishing in the pleasure OF this
happy reunion.
Rupert Bingham returned his greeting
with cordially, but without exuberance.
He, too, seemed gloomy.
''Oh, hullo, Freddie" he said, and his
voice was that of a man with secret
sorrow. II haven, seen you for years.
What were you dang In that house?"
Trying to sell A1y aunt dog biscuits"
IT didn't knd& Lady Alcester was
Didn't you, Beefers, old MANI" I
thought it was all, over London"
Il suppose she told you about me-
what about you?" Freddie stared.
"Great Scott! Are you the inpover-
ished bloke who wants to marry Ger
trude?"
Eyes. And now they've gone and sent
her of to Hlandings, to be out Of my
way. I thought Of calling on your
aunt and tying to reason with her."
Freddie took his old friends arm
synpathetieally and drew him away.
mo earthly good, old man. If q
woman won't buy Dog-Joy, it means
she has some sort of mental kink and
it's no use trying to reason with her.
We must think of some other proce-
dure So Gertrude is Blandings, Is
she? She would be. The family seem
to look on the place as a sort OF bas-
tile. Whenever the young Of the species
make floater, like falling in love with
the wrong man, they are always shot
of to Blandings to recover. The
bitterly Now, let me think"
They passed into Park street.
I've got it," Freddie said at length.
sand It's dashed good thing for you
my lad, that I went last night to see
that super film Young Hearts Adrift.'
Beefers, old man, you're Logging 1t
straight down to Blandings."
What"
by the first train after lunch. I've
Oof tho u,I1o1a thing vllonnad oa,f Tn
Young Hearts Adrift' poor but de-
serving young man was In love with the
daughter Of rich and naughty parents
and they took her away to the country,
so that she could forget, and few days
later mysterious stranger turned UP at
the place and ingratiated himself with
the parents and said he wanted to
marry their daughter, and they gave
their consent, and the wedding took
place, and then he tore of his whiskers
and it was JIM"
Eyes, but"
Don't argue The things settled Ny
aunt needs a sharp lesson. You would
think woman would be only too glad
to put business in the way Of her near
est and dearest, especially when shown
samples and offered a fortnight'S free
trial. But mol She insists on sticking to
Peterson's Pup Food, a wholly inferior
product-lacking, happen to know, in
many Of the essential vitamins, and
from now on, old boy, I am heart and
soul in your case"
"Whiskers?" said Rupert, doubtfully.
you won't have to wear any
whiskers. My guvnor's never seen you.
Or has he?"
mo, I've not met Lord Ellsworth"
very well. then"
"But what good will 1t do me, in
gratiating myself. as you call it, with
your father? He's only Gertrude's
uncle"
what good? My dear chap are you
aware that the guv'nor owns the coun-
tryside for miles around? He has all
sorts of jobs up his sleeve and can dis
tribute them as he likes"
Rupert's face cleared. Freddie,
there's something in this"
"You can bet there's something In 1t,
old chap" said Freddie.
But how can ingratiate myself with
your father?"
Perfectly easy. Cluster around him.
Hang on his every word. Interest your
self in his pursuits. Do him little serv-
icesl Help him out Of chairs. :.
Why great Scott, I'd undertake to in
If gave my mind to 1t. Pop OF and
get the guv'nor on the phone"
X n X y
T about the time this conversation
was taking place in London Clar-
ence, ninth Earl of Ellsworth, sat
brooding in the library of Blandings
Castle.
Fate, usually induigent to this dreamy
peer. had suddenly turned nasty and
snitten him a grievous blow beneath
the belt.
Without wishing to be pessimistic, he
was dashed If he saw how country
containing men like Sir Gregory Par
sloe-Parsloe of Matchingham Hall
could hope to survive.
Consider the facts.
When, shortly after the triumph of
In the Fat Pig class at the eighty
seventh annual Shropshire agricultural
show, George Cyril, his lordship's pig
man, had expressed desire to hand
in his portfolio and seek employment
elsewhere, the amiable peer put the
thing down to his rowing spirit
But when, not week later, word was
brought to Lord Ellsworth that, so far
from having migrated to Sussex or Nor
folk or Kent or somewhere, the fellow
was actually Just around the corner in
the neighboring village of Much Match
inghan1, serving under the banner of
Sir Gregory Parsloe- Parsloe of Match
ingham Hall, the scales fell from his
eyes. He realized that black treachery
had been at work. George Cyril had
sold himself for gold and Sir Gregory
Parsloe- Parsloe, hitherto looked upon as
q fligh-minded friend and fellow justice
of the peace, was in reality that lowest
Of created thing, lurer away OF other
peoples pig men.
And there was nothing one could do
about it.
Monstrousl But true.
So deeply was Lord Ellsworth occu-
MED with the consideration OF this ap-