The Okarche Times. (Okarche, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 7, Ed. 1 Friday, June 14, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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by FRANCIS PERRY ELLIOTT
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Richard I.ightnut, an American with an
■ fleeted English accent, receives a prcs-
• • CMC
ent from a friend In China. The present
proves to be a pulr of pajamas. A letter
hints of surprise to the wearer. Lightnut
dons the pajamas and late at night get
up for a smoke. His servant. Jenkins
comes In and. fall!
up for a smoke.
mt him ou
to recognize Light-
nut, attempts to put him out. Thinking
the servant crazy, Lightnut changes his
clothes intending to summon help. When
he reappears Jenkins falls on his neck
with Joy. confirming Ltghtnut’s belief
that he is crazy. Jenkins tells JJghtnut ot
the encounter, he had with a hideous
Chinaman dressed in pajamas. In a
message from his friend. Jack Ridings.
I.ightnut is asked to put up "the kid
for the night on his way home from col-
lege. I.ater Lightnut finds
girl in black pajamas in his ror
nut is shocked by the girl's
smokiog and slangy ta
her name is Fram ‘
name is Francis anil puzzles him
r sister s
wtth a story of
loom-mate, named Frances. Next mor
lng the girl is missing and I.ightnut hi
ries to the boat to see her off. He is n
costed by a liusky
him "1 iloky," hut
see her ort. He is ac-
college boy, who calls
girl Jack Biilli
he does not see the
ngs calls to spend the
Lightnut. They discover
.riceiess rubies hidden In tie- buttons of
Billings dons the pajamas
“He, he!" he giggled. "Woke up
and remembered had promised Flos-
sie Fandango' of 'The Parisian broil-
ers' a box of steamer flowers. Gad,
she sails at ten; so 1 plied out and
shot off a note to my florist, special
delivery. Iteen trying to find out
from that Infernal card back there
when’s the first collection from the
box below. You don’t know, do you?"
By Jove, one of those foot-in-the-
grave old stage-door Johnnies! The
surprise took my breath.
"Why, the cheesy old sport!” I
thought disgustedly And I answered
rather coldly; “Sorry, you know; no
Idea." And 1 opened the door wide.
But the old rascal never moved;
Just strtod there, chuckling horribly.
•‘Well, she'll be back In the fall,"
he cackled "And see here, old (.lisp,
will Introduce you if you like. You
need waking up!”
And here 1 gave a Jump and yelled
For the oljj tool had dug hts thumb
Into my ribs. Only then did It dawn
on me (hat he \vas drunk. Of course
that was it, and unless I got rid of
him the old bore would stand and
twaddle the rest of the night. 1
reached for his hand and shook it.
“We'll have a talk about It some
time." I said pleasantly. "Just now,
don't you think we'd better each get
to bed? So devilish late, you know."
He slapp%J me on tin1 shoulder with
a blow that almost brought me to the
floor. Felt like he struck me with a
ham, don't you know!
"Kight old chap,” he said; "very
delicately put; won't keep you ti]T an-
other minute. Believe I'd like a driuk
tirst, though. If you don't mind."
Devilish bored as I .was, I decided
the easiest escape was to humor him.
••All tight," I said, leaving the door
open und stepping Into the room; "1 11
get you a glass ot water "
"Water!" he exclaimed, following
me in "Say, don't get funny; It's not
becoming to you ” He leered at me
II yiwit rtubt to the corner where
stood my collarette. Hy Jovi gt*e
you my word I was so devilish stupe-
fled 1 couldn't bring out a word. 1
wasn't Bure wh it was coining, and as
I dtdn t w ant Hillings’ rest disturbed.
1 qulf t'v closed tile door ot his roAm.
The old cock In the black pajamas
had vneorked a bottle and was smell-
ing Its contents. He grimaced over
'"That's Infernally rotten Scotch, l
say!" ho exclaimed with a sort of
snort “Regular sell, hy George!"
I was glad Billings didn't hear him,
for It had been a present from him
only the week before
"Suppose I'll have to go the rve,"
he grumbled; nnd, grinning at me
familiarly, he poured himself a drink
He tossed 1\ off. neat. 1 reflected that
perhaps he would go quietly now.
"Well," 1 said, advancing "I ex-
pect you're anxious to get to your
quarters so I'll say good night I
extended my hand. "That ought to
fetch him." I thought, "It lie s a gen-
tleman, no matter how Jolly corked he
may be "
Iti my grasp his hand felt like a
■mall boxing glove, hut when 1
glanced at It 1 saw that It was not
The old duck pumred my arm sol-
emnly and ^nst Ills eyes to the cell
"Fa nre-we-e-ll, old f friend!” he
murmured In a husky tremolo, deflect-
ing the corners of hts mouth anil
wagging his bald pate "If I don't
gee you again I'll have the river
And then Instead of going, dash me
If the old fool didn't flop down Into
Hillings' favorite chair and reach tor
Hillings' cigarettes that he had lett
on the tabouret.
He waved hlsTiantl at me "Oh. you
go to bed, I.ightnut." he snid. puffing
nwav with Iron nerve All the sleep s
out nt me, dammit! I'll Just sit here
and read and smoke as long as I like,
then I'll go In there and turn In " A
Jerk of his doddering head Indicated
By Jove. I hardly knew what to do!
1 was regularly bowled over, don’t
yvm know . 1 was up against a crisis—
that’s what—-a crisis.
“Oh, I say, you know—" 1 started
remonstrating, and Just then 1 gasped
with relief at the welcome sight of
Jenkins, peeking round the door-
frame behind my visitor’s back. His
finger was on his Ups and he beck-
oned me earnestly.
At the same moment old whiskers
shoved his chair up to the table,
switched on the reading-lamp and
reached for a luhgazlne.
"I’m on, sir,” whispered Jenkins,
as I joined him and we stepped aside
"Hadn't I better ring up the janitor
on my house ’phone?"
"By Jove, the very thing;” I agreed.
"For he’ll know where this chap be-
longs. A fiver, tell him. If he gets t
move on. Hurry!”
I slipped back Into the "oom as
Jenkins disappeared The Jolly old
barnacle had discarded his cigarette
and was critically selecting a cigar
from my humidor.
"1 don't oe why the devil you don't
go to bed," he said, fixing himself
comfortably with two chairs and light-
I—I’m not sleepy," I stammered,
perching on the corner of a chair
1 believe you're lying." he growled,
scowling at me; “but If you're not
around like you had
he went right on:
"Say, did you ever see anything so
corking fine?" He looked up, holding
the ruby In the light. "And to think j
how little 1 dreamed of scooping any-
thing like that when I came In here j
By Jove, this was a little too much,
even for an easy-going chap like my-
self! The Jolly worm will turn, you
Dash me, before ^ knew what l was
doing even, I had moved to his side |
and jerked the ruby from his hand.
My face felt like a hot-water bottle as !
1 did It.
“You haven't got It yet." 1 said, j
“and 1 11 take devilish good care yos j
don't got It.”
He fell back as though from a blow.
"Why—why, old chap! Why, Light- |
nut!" he gasped. "What’s the mat- ,
ter—what makes you look at me like J
"Your liberties have gone just a bkt ]
too lar, don't you know," l said, look-
ing steadily In Ills fishy old eye. "I've j
had enough of you, by Jove, that's,
He stared at me, and I could hear j
him breathing like a blacksmith's bel- |
lows. 1 would never havfc thought he |
had such lungs.
Slo^vlv t 's hand came out, and dash' |
me If wasn’t shaking like he hail
the delirium what's-its-name But for
his tan, Ills face would have been as
white as his hypocritical old whiskers.
"Is this some Internal Joke?” His
face summoned a sickly smile that al-
most Instantly laded. Ills hand fell
back to his side. “Why, old fellow,
you don’t think that way about me, do
I you? As for the ruby, I—I don't want
It now—I just want you to accept my
| apology for anything I’ve done, and—
and let me get away.”
There was a short laugh from the
"Likely enough," said Officer
O'Keefe, hts big figure swinging for-
ward with long strides. "Keep him
He grlnnpd significantly and glanced
at his night stick.
"By Jove!” I ejaculate^, looking at
Jenkins. "By Jove, you know!”
Jenkins coughed. "Just say you
want to speak to him a minute, sir,"
he said. “They'll do the rest— b'ra!”
They all followed me into the hall,
and I stepped to the doorway. . And
then I almost pitched forward, I was
so devilish startled.
For, as a crowning example of his
daring and reckless conduct, the hoary
old reprobate was emerging from Hill- covered "Tim''
'ngs' room, his fingers overhauling the j ,,p planted hlmself between us with
contents of my friend's wallet, even | a Rr1n
as he waddled along, and so absorbed j
that he never even saw me.
"Ah!” be breathed in a heavy sigh I
of satisfaction; and out catpe his lin-
gers, and in them, poised aloft, he j
held the ruby 1 had given to Billings
His bleary eyes gloated at It.
'"Mine!" he whispered. "Mine now
to keep forever!”
1 just stood In the doorway, staring
Couldn't say a word, my throat was
that paralyzed. First time, you know,
I’d ever seen a real burglar or Jolly
hold-up man. and he looked so differ-
ent from what I had expected.
Hut I knew now, of course, that the
sleepy, listen to this Joke here—It’s a p0[(ceman was right and that the re
a infernally good. ntn ironttomnn wan
chestnut, but It's Infernally good.
I never did know what the Joke
was, for I was listening for other
sounds as he read. Suddenly 1 heard
i whistle far down In th- street; and
I thought It was followed by a pat-
ter of running feet.
Then came the quivering rhythm of
the elevator rapidly ascending, and
while the anecdote was still being
droned ou* between chuckles, 1 slipped
out again Into the hall and rejoined
"Janitor says there's no such tenant
In this building as I described," Jen-
kins Imparted hurriedly. “Might be a
guest, of course; but he doesn't re-
member i ve: m etng him So hi- wills
tied for a cop, to be on the sale side,
anil eaught two. Here they are, sir.
. Out from thp elevator sprang the
Janitor, half-dressed and looking ex
cited Close on his heels came two
1 stepped Into the outer corridor j
and explained the situation The ot
fleers nodded reassuringly.
" 'Nough said," one of them com- I
molded "We’ll have him out, sir."
The Janitor, who hnd been cautious-
ly sighting through tho door within,
came running out
"He shifted nround. while 1 was
looking, and I got a good look at him,"
he said with some excitement, "and I
never saw him before. 1 wouldn't for-
get that mug!”
"Suppose you tnke a squint nt him
yourself. O’Keefe." suggested the tall-
er of the copptrs- "You've been on
this beat so long "
In a minute or two O Keefe came
slipping back hurriedly. He drew his
"Tell you what, Tim," I heard him
say. "do you know. I m after thinking
It looks like old Braxton, known In
the perfesh as Foxy Grandpa.' lies
a swell con man, but has just flnlshed
a stretch at Copper John's lor going
through a flat In the Bronx lie's
done murder once."
The other turned to tne
May save a muss In your rooms tf
you'll Just kinder call him out, sir,
he suggested 'It will b* simpler."
spectable-looklng old gentleman was
no other than tho desperate criminal
I described as "Foxy Grandpa." But
tor the Intervention of outside asi-jj:
' ance.doubtless Hillings and 1 might
! have had ogr throats cut by the - a (
I sclenceless old geezer.
lie was so all- irlu-il that ho did r:■ • t
see me nor the two helmets piking I
j above my shoulder.
"Up to Ills old tricks," , O'Keefe
j whispered. 'We've got him In the
' act. Tim!"
"Great'" breath. -1 Tini. "What
won't the captain say!"
O'Keefe's breath tickled my ear
1 again and swept my nose I've never
I seen beer or sauerkraut since but
I what I think of It!
"Got your stick ready?" he was say
! |ng. ''Best not take any chances;
I Braxton's a quick shooter, they say.-i
I When we Jump him, better give him
| the cluh right off "
Tint whispered an Impatient demur.'1
him out here first. I don't want to
I tap him on the gentleman's, rugs, II
j 1 do, 1 can tell you, It'll ruin cm,
He swept hts hand across his s
tongue and gripped his stick tight'r
j Jenkins, at one side, bobbed, his.
i head up and down and* smiled Ills ad-
miration of this sentiment. He leaned
nearer to me
"Just beckon him out, sir.” his w hls
per udvised. "Just tell him you want
to show him something In the bull
cat, or anything will do Just so you
get him past the furniture and r
1 advanced a step Into the room l
expected the old knave to "be a bit
dashed, don't you know Not In tt
never disquieted him a bit. Just g ive
me a careless leer and went back In
the ruby. Somehow 1 began to t*"-i
riled. I'm not often taken,that way,
but this old scamp's persistent au-
dacity and Impudence went beyond
I anything I had ever heard ot
I "What In thunder's the matter with
"You're 'It' again, Foxy!
Will you go quietly?"
It did me good to see how complete
ly the old scoundrel was taken back
Ills wide distended bleary eyes shift
, -1 from O'Kt ele to me and back again
It was a perfect surprise.
*1 motioned to Jenkins to close the
door i gnd’8 bedroom, So iar.
he had evidently slept serenely j
through all the trouble, and. If pos- |
slble, 1 wanted to avoid arousing him
now For a l.ut man. Hillings had the
deuce of a temper when stirred up
over anything like an imposition upon
him, and It would only add to the con
fusion for him to appear on tile scene
and learn Burnt his wallet and his
treasured,ruby that I had rescued.
Foxy Grandpa’s face had been rap-
idly undergoing a change. From pal-
lor to pink It went; and then from
pink to red Now It was becoming
scarlet. He threw his head back and
faced me angrily.
“Lightnut, will you tell me what the
hell this means?" And hts heavy voice
thundered. ' •
lb n Here' That'll he enough
, u Officer O’Keefe sharp
ly. "None of your grandstand play
here, ot H'H> he the
And no tricks, Braxton, or—"
He clutched his stick menacingly.
"Braxton!" snorted the old fellow
"Not now," grinned O'Keefe. "Say,
what is your name now, Foxy?"
M\ iiMiie round Foxy Gisnvfpi
anil paused abruptly. He looked rath-
er blankly from one officer to the
"Si • 1 ■ re <!" 1 midi-i ' ml I'm - n
der arrest?" he Inquired.
“You certainly are talking, Foxy." ,
chueklt <1 l)'Keefe
"Then my name's I)oe—John Doe.' |
• III! •• lit tf- w - ■ ■ it ..
nt me held an appeal Of what sort ,
I had no idea.'
"And what, may I ask, Is the
charge?" he asked again, with what ]
was apparently a great effort ut calm* I
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Cost of Tuberculosis and Other Pre
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hideously at the Jewel
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