The evening world. Newspaper, November 5, 1921, Page 16

a THE EVENING WORLD’S FICTION SECTION, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1921. crange-printed sheet of Goodfellow and Surprise rapturously, even as the Moslem scans the Koran, when Brian accosted him. “Iexcuse me!” said the Little Booster, “1 don't know what part of the Woolly West you come from, but you'll take back less wool than you brought with you.” “Meaning?” inquired the youth, ad- justing his eye-glasses, “Do you know who that bunk Is you gust"”-— “That ‘bunk,’ as you roughly term him,” said the young man tn a modu- lated baritone, “is Mr. Hotchkiss, well you for a thousand myself. How much was in that check you just signeu?”’ “Forty-five hundred and fifty.” “Get your bank the first thing in the morning and stop it.” “Lord!” groaned the callow one, “It’s on the Night and Day Bank!” “Telephone--hot foot, kid!” HE sedate grill-room was enliv- ened by the sight of a red- headed enthusiast dragging a dazzled youth across two chairs toward the telephone booth A few minutes later Betsy, to her relief, be- beld her husband returning calmly "It does,” said the hick forlornly. ‘When he emerged from the sleepless portals of the Night and Day, there were tears in his pale orbs, suggestive of sea-food. “They fixed it—but it hurts me to think I've been betrayed by a friend,” he sobbed. “That's what they all say,” chirped Brian brightly. ‘Now, Mrs, Bride and I'll escort you past the bogies to your hotel.” The young man gave a number to the chauffeur, “Now, look you, son,” Brian went on, for ho must have his lecture. He put I'll show you all the new stuff.” “Thanks awfully,” said the hick. The taxi stopped before a_ brick house with a white door. “You've pulled me out of an awful hole, old man,” he continued, as he stepped out. “I'd like to see more of you. Here’s my card.” The hick’s face stared into the taxi door, pale and anxious, Brian, as he eccepted the card, felt a thrill of re- morse. Perhaps he had been a bit rough in his language to thia out- sider, who, after all, would learn his New York in time. Under the flicker- ing corner light Brian held the card, A PRINCETON GLADIATOR HAD ARISEN FROM A TABLEFUL OF COLLEGE BOYS AND WAS INVITING THE HEAD WAITER TO PUT HIM OUT. known in the Goodfellow and’-— “His name was McCosh when I met bim. Now, listen to mother, There ain't any time to feed the chickens I’m telling you. You've just fallen for a man who's a professional walnut- pusher, a dot-and-carry card-holder, a life member of the Gold Brick Layers’ Union—in plain Californian, a bunko man. Because you lef\ your brains the other side of the Ohio River, I'll wise you. You've been bilked, trimmed”—— “But he came to New York with the highest refe.. aces." “Splash! I've a good mind to touch with the new-found hick. “Now, Marcus,” Brian was saying, “we've got to kite it over to the Night and Day and identify you. Friend wife and I'll tag along to see that the rest of your wad don't jump out of the window." The hick had a taxi—waiting by the hour apparently—outside. As they bumped over New York's asphalt, which, like her sky-line, ts picturesque ‘Dut uneven, Betsy tried to soothe the etranger with commonplaces, “Doesn't it seem grand in New York after the country?” she asked. bis hand -patronizingly now on the hicks’ knee. “I just got to hand it out, Take it or leave it. When in Rome you gotta do as the Romeos do. Don't talk to large men with fancy vests. Maybe yqu'll thank me for this when you get back to the home town.” “It's not my fault, It’s the way the old man raised me," the callow one moaned, “Never letting me go into. ‘business, like other fellows.” “Say!” Brian had an inspiration. “I¢ you ever want a wise guy to take you around N’ York, ring me up. I’m at the St. Sidon. Stick around, kid, and pelling each letier caretully. Then he put it in his pocket, Already the hick was disappearing up the front steps. “Say!” said Brian, calling after him, and again looking at the name on the ecard, “I got a letter of introduction to you.” And, as the hick returned, the Little Booster brought forth O'Malley's en- velope addressed to Mr. Dyckman Wynkoop, 13% Washington Square, “J thought I might as well hand it to you now, seein’ I'm around your way.” THE END. Printed by arrangement with Metropolitan Newspaper Service, New York. Copyright, Ali rights reserved, NEXT SATURDAY’S COMPLETE STORY THE EDUCATION OF PERCY SKINNE By JAMES HOPPER Illustrated by WILL B, JOHNSTONE Ihe Methods of Rosie O’Flare Changed Him From a “Rabbit” Into a “Lion” — And the Result Gave Them Both a Big Surprise! LT TT FF a eel