Evening star., 1935-03-17

extent OF showing up AT tne Olnne.
The affair proceeded magnihcently through
green turtle soup, with sherry and invocation
by the Reverend MIR. Mitch, sole MoTgutry.
with BrG,nsbereer H0senIGuter and thanks to
our host by MIR. Scalion, cGnetOa bresSe,
with Moulin d Veat and apt remarks, also
humor, by Professor Thrig of the JackIabbit
schools, through roast and salad and sweet.
At eleven-thirty it was really getting down to
the speeches with patriotic address by
Judge Stubber, to the effect that however
wicked Paris might be. we in America could
be proud of the fact that New York and
Chicago were Just as wicked any day or night,
when the assistant manager wiggled up to
Cordwood and whispered, "Sun, there is
man outside, he says he is friend of you, he
must see YOU "a Monsieur Doughgins."
stated Cordwood, but he went.
Les Doggins was Crouched on the edge Of
chair in the apteroom. still in the blue shirt
and orange tie, ard with really promising
sign of the black beard. He sprang up. He
hjssed - no matter if there weren't any SIS
IN the words, ne contrived to hiss them
INST the same: you've got to help me.
You've got to hide me from the police. I've
killed a man an Italian count. fought
duel with him --"
In the Luxembourg Cardensl"
How did you knowa Have the police been
here -
LES! Do you know what's the trouble with
YOU? Somebody's bought you some liquor"
YEARLY then, to the assistant manager:
Take this man up to bedroom. Remove
ANYTHING that's easily busted. Leave pitcher
of ice water and some aspirin u yes. and
think a good hymn book, if you've got one
handy - and then lock him up, and don't let
him out till eight tomorrow morning, and
send me the bill.
And the next night, precisely at midnight
again. when Cordwood was going to bed
happy in the thought that his bedroom and
salon doors were bolted and safe against all
Les Dogginses whatever. he was terrified at
seeing ghost on the ledge outside his window,
and to have Les part the drapes and tumble
in. mumbling, Gotta hide me from the
police just killed -"
IAN Italian count in Luxembourg Gar
dens?"
With hurt dignity, with wide and senatorial
gestures. Les demonstrated 1T was not! 1t
was a Spanish duke. In Blizzard Junction.
Killed um Duelv'
Cordwood, as he unlocked the door, was
brief.
."Doggins, who's your music teacherf
Les smiled cunningly you can't fool me-
! haven't got any. I'm studying to be a
sculptor now"
When d. you quit the violn?''
Months ago. Aley-aley aleeeee-hooooo!
Old Cordwood, the pore ole soak. Come have
a drink
"Doggins, I've got nice secretary. Percy
Willoughby is his name. Tomorrow morning.
lust before you kill your first count. Percy will
call on you with your ticket to America -
third class - and help you pack and take
you to the boat train"
"And supposin' won't 60. you old double
faced, lumber stealin', claim -jumpin' pirate?
What'll happen then? Alley y-aley- -hoooooo"
"Oh. nothing. You'll just starve here in
Paris, after my thousand is gone. Your allow
ance stopped promptly at midnight, tonight.
But / might have Perce find out how many
creditors you have, and tip 'em off that
you're in funds just now."
Then for once, perhaps for the first time in
his life, Les Doggins ceased looking calf-hke
and. much fortified within, became ferocious.
He picked up chair; he swung it aloft.
shrieking IAN right! Good! don't want
your dirty money. that you stole But mean
while, I'm going to have little fun with you"
It did not occur to Cordwood to be afraid
of this drunk, thirty years his junior. He had
known when lumberjacks had given up stamp
ing the faces of their opponents with spiked
hoots az being too effeminate gesture and