The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1936-10-24

you'll get another soon," the
waitress assured him.
L don't know where" Reilly
managed between bites. i've oeen
fired from every newspaper in
town. I'm too good reporter for
'em."
Mabel laughed outright. "You
ought to be publicity man." she
suggested.
Reilly stopped, his fork halfway
to his lips, and stood erect. 1--WE
got it," he yelled Publicity -
publicity - publicity that's it. At
last I've heard my call"
Mabels smile froze on her lips
as she turned to discover the man
ager of the restaurant standing at
her elbow. She forced a grin,
however, and started to move
away when the manager picked
up Reilly's check, which showed a.
purchase of S cents.
REILLY HAS AN IDEA
MAY I ask the meaning Of
this?" he demanded, indicating
the check and the remaining yolk
OF one egg on Reilly's platter.
Sure, Mr.. Frank" Mabel has
tened to explain. The eggs were
a turn-back so instead of THROWN
'em away I thought he might as
well have 'em, seeing he was
hungry"
Il don't mind the two measly
eggs, Miss O'Dare," Frank replied,
''but I won't have you feeding
tramps in here. OF course, you'll
be charged for this"
Reilly, half standing, half sit
ting, slammed down his fork at
these words. While $50 odd Gus
toners watched in amused silence
he turned to the manager.
Listen" he growled in his most
threatening manner. II won't
have no dame doing an S. E. R. A.
for me, See!"
Have a heart, mister" Mabel
interposed pleadingly. II need
this job"
Reilly favored her with a reas-
surfing smile. Don't worry, sister,"
he remarked. Then, turning back
to Frank: II don't suppose, my
good man, that you realize you're
talking to Aloysius K. Reilly, the
public relations COUNSEL" Frank
said nothing. Il thought not"
Reilly went on. And do you
know what I'm going to do to i'm
press it on your mind -"
He let go a round-house that
literally whistled, but Frank,
whose bulk made Reilly appear
dwarfish by comparison, side
stepped the blow easily. At the
same time the manager twisted
Reilly around like a child, seized
him by the neck and the seat of
the pants and started toward the
door, bounding Reilly ahead OF
him. He hall turned toward
Mabel. you're fred" he shot
back over his shoulder.
A little while later a sadly dis
heartened Mabel walked into her
shoddy apartment followed by an
abashed, apologize Reilly.
While she pulled off her hat,
Mabel introduced Reilly to the
middle-aged woman and the seedy-
looking man in his fifties who
played double-solitaire at the table
In the center of the small living
room.
my Aunt Mimi" she said, in
dicating the woman. And this
is Mr.. Charles Fendwick. Call
him Chuck! They both used to
be on the stage and can't forget
it. Mimi and Chuck, this is
Reilly"
SHE GETS THE JOB
Mabel crossed YEARLY to the
davenport, where the scattered re-
mains of the morning paper rested.
She picked it up, ran through
the pages but failed to find what
she wanted.
Where are the want ads? she
inquired.
A look of horror appeared on
MINIS and Fendwick's faces.
Mabel" FendWick accused.
"You-you haven't left that splen-
did position?"
"Not-not fred" Minis was
more an exclamation than a ques-
ton.
Mabel nodded. She explained in
detail what had happened. AS she
finished her narrative there was a
heavy silence.
Finally Reilly spoke, assuming
an attitude of bravado that was
the antithesis of his true feeling.
''Everything's going to be all right.
I'll get her another job-a better
ore" He turned to Mabel. Just
what can you do, kid?"
Just what was doing when you
first saw me. Dealing 'em off the
arm"
That's what makes it tough"
Reilly sympathized. Now if you
could only sing, or dance, or Jug