Nogales international., 1932-08-31

father or brother. SlInnOnS ulu AOe
know. They walked down toward PARK
Avenue, and beyond, to the river, and
the Cavalier. Tom Breen was glad to
get her at any price.
AS Gilbert left home his father grip
ped him by the hand. "Well, Gilbert,
YOU are Van Horn, not Hallett
thank God. The girl may show up
again. l suppose she knows how to
take care of herself" The words, then
as now, held familiar ring. But, let
this be a lesson to you"
At the club, Brevoort, in the utmost
confidence, pouring out liberal high
ball of Sherwood, tossed it off and
told the whole storv to Marvin Kelly,
a gentleman who mingled politics with
law. q recall the girl, Marvin, hand
some wencl, a figure, if you follow
me, and a way with her. Think OF
leaving my boy closeted with that"
Hes Van Horn, all right. sWell,
here's luck to EN- both.
"How" and the men tossed cit
their drink
The affair never got outside of the
Van Horn home. Servants in those
DAYS. were loyal it was still in time
when servants talked, but not tor pub
lication.
Gilbert Van Horn, in the fall of
1900, sat in the window of his Fifth
Avenue club.
Marvin Kelly, Judge OF the State
Supreme Court, man ahout town, gray,
genial, came in as the long afternoon
shaded into night.
"Gil3ert, old boy" Marvin Kelly
drew off his gloves and tossed his cane
and hat on vacant chair. I'm having
a BIT of fun tonight, on the Bowery,
Down at McManus' place. What are
you dcing?"
Having a whiskey sour; what
else??"
"Al right. Dine with me at Martins,
and then for the mixed-ale scrapperS.
Malone has a string of terriers, he's
trying out couple Of heavies."
"All right, Judge All, Josephine.
I want to tell you about her.
Eyes"
well, you know, I'm rather lucky
about tnat. Getting to feel like fam
lily man, home, you know, laughter,
and bit Of responsibility. She's en-
tered at the Misses Filters. Sort of
has the crowd guessing. Cad, / met
her the other day, out walking with
class Really, | felt as if | was re-
sponsible for the whole lot of them.
A female gave me cold stare when
I bowed to my ward"
Gilbert, all you need is hint, and
you'll be family man yet.
I'm thinking seriously of getting
an automobile" They talked idly.
Looked at Panhard the other day,
just brought over The foreign makers
are years ahead of us in that"
Its a dangerous thing" Judge
Kelly had ordered his drink and was
considering it, Joseph Muldoon,
child of seven, was killed on 5lst
Street last April by one of the new
vehicles. Therell be dozens killed
every year before we know it. Don't
take any chances, Gilbert"
Depend on me being careful,
Judge-here's looking at you?'
For while they continued to look
out on Fifth Avenue.
Come, Gilbert, let's walk up to
Martins"
81 feel like a good scrap tonight"
Van Horn stood and f1exed his arms.
"Wouldn't mind mixing in it myself.
Judge, you're life saver"
The two friends strolled up the ave-
nue. in the dusk
For a block or so each way, groups
of loiterers, and the curious, talked of
the fights. The crowd gradually thick
ened before the doors of the club. Now
and then some notable would appear;
the McManus came; then followed the
district chief Of an adjoining principal
ity in the close feudal system of Tam
many; or some sporting celebrity
would dash up in cab. It was more
the attraction of the club than any spe-
cia1 fame of the contenders that drew
these men. Pug Malone, the trainer,
generally put up show. Boys and men
looked on, with the perpetual interest
Of expectation.
Gilbert Van Horn and Judge Kelly,
wearing silk opera hats, and with ralk-