Evening star., 1937-09-19
Mogoziss Section

BY this time, was seated in the car,
though without knowing just how | had got
there. Il hope, Mr.. Duquesne, it won't take
as long as all that
He now released his grip on my hand and
closed the door of the car IF you don't
wish to play golf, promise me you'll 90 back
to your boarding house and wait till tele-
phone. Herep He pressed something into nv
right palm. ITS the little honorarium YOU
forced on me this morning, Mr. Traynor. I'm
conscientiously unable to accept it,"
But, Mr.. Duquesne, want to pay you
for your trouble
Its not the slightest trouble, Mr.
TraynOr," he said, once more shaking me
warmly by the hand. ''On the contrary, on
the contrary. And the whole affair is so
closely related to the well-being of the Larger
All that can't possibly accept any pecuniary
recompense for my services. Goodby, Mr.
Traynor. Go home now and wait there until
| send you telephone message"
''All right, Mr.. Duquesne, said do your
best" And | rolled on down the street 1t
was exactly two o'clock
had gone about four blocks beyond, when
| found Berry's handbag in the car and
decided to return same, if this could be done
without interrupting. At five minutes after
two, | parked the car once more in front of
the apartment house and tiptoed through the
side lot toward Mr.. Duquesnes open window.
l could hear him pleading with Berry,
though | could not make out the words. 1t
thrilled me to think that this celebrated man
was putting his whole heart and soul into
promoting my best interests and, since five
minutes had gone by, that he was probably
already fifty percent on the way to success.
At SIX minutes and thirty seven seconds
past two, Berry interrupted to make an
objection My heart practically stopped. But
Mr. Duquesne came right back at her, his
voice booming like waterfall
At seven minutes and fifty-two seconds.
Berry interrupted again.
And now Mr. Duquesne really started.
good many times in my home, where
there were five sisters, had heard powerful
arguments; but had never heard anything
to be compared with the argument Mr.
Duquesne now put up. Without being able
to make out one single word, l could see
how he was bringing all his persunsieu to
bear. His voice made you think Of the end
OF a classical overture, played by full
orchestra. First you could hear the ben
fiddle; then the trumpets; then, at nine
minutes and seventeen seconds past two, the
whole orchestra = drums, violins, horns, saxO-
phones triangles, gongs, ukeleles and all the
other instruments began beating the atmos-
phere into stiff froth
1t was so moving that, even without being
able to follow the argument, could feel nv
collar getting limp; and my eyes watered as
| tried to keep them focused on the watch.
1t was exactly ten minutes past two, when
MIR. Duquesne stopped talking. There was a
moments silence and then heard the first
word which was so clear and distinct, there
was no mistaking it. Berry said "Yesr'
knew | had won but felt weak all over.
My knees we're shaking under me- Maybe
with the idea of waving my hand to Berry or
maybe with no idea at all, walked over to
where could get view through the window
got the view all right
Berry and Mr.. Duquesne we're standing
face to face and hand in hand And, while |
gawked there with my mouth slowly falling
open, he took her in his arms and kissed her.
At least he tried but the best he could get
was alongside the ear