Judge — September 25, 1915 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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little patience.” And Beldon seasoned pleas and promises with kisses as he left her for the Putter Club. - The Putter Club was not an organization on the verge of a golf cours one might expect, but was located in the club district oftown. Its habitués were men who really played golf infrequently, put who here theoretically and reminiscently solved the problems of the game, incidentally enlarging upon the ordinary possibilities of prevarication. ; “Hello, Chilton! You look like animated despair! What's up?” was Beldon’s gre ting to a miserable-looking middl d man whose more or less gay attire emp! ed his wretched aspect. “Up? Everything. I've got a special affair at my place down at Gaymead to-night. A dinner and all that. And crush me if my butler didn’t leave this morning in a huff. And I can’t find a butler in town!” “Can't you make Mrs. Billingham serve in a pinch?” “Pish!” was Chilton’s reply. And he took on an additional shade of blue Mrs. Billingham was supposed to be mentor as to the proprietics at Gaymead. Chilton wa bachelor who entertained—preferably good-looking women—ina style so generous that he could count upon popularity while he lasted. Mrs. Billingham was as deaf as a dumbbell and needed an eyesight specialist. And in her function she was popular also. “Well, old man, just for friendship—I owe you a good turn—I'll act as your butler to-night.” Chilton fell upon Beldon’s neck. “Saved!” was all he could articulate. In an hour they were in Chilton’s limou- sine, and in two hours they drew up at Gaymead. It was agreed that Beldon was to familiarize himself with his duty and keep out of sight until it was time to serve. “Beldon was a gay-spirited fellow, and rather enjoyed the prospect. ‘en if he should be recognized, what was it but a lark? He heard a single motor approach, and afterward, for a time, there were muffled sounds of conver- sation in which, apparently, but two persons were engaged. Finally a bell advised him that he was expected to begin his semi-public duty as a butler. Beldon made his way to the dining-room with a tureen of soup ina preliminary manner that would have excited envy in the breast of every soul in a convention of bitlers. A glance at the persons at table as he entered, associ- ated with a projecting piece of furniture that a butler familiar with the place would have noted, brought what in all well-regulated households is regarded as a catastrophe The soup ruined the dress of Chilton’s guest. - And Chilton’s guest was Mrs. Beldon. Egg View Notes ‘E of Tink Nitz’s big-city cousins, who is a dentist, has written that he’s coming here fora visit. Tink’s dog will show his teeth. Corny Paine nearly bagged a wild Moon Lake goose, Friday morning, with his double-barreled, muzzle-loading gun, which shot loud enough, but not far enough. While Myrt Spoor was quite busily engaged in getting ready to buy something in Bill Waite’s grocery Tuesday evening, Dow Ludlum entered, and made her very mad by walking on her feet. He quickly apologized, and said he'd 0 round, next time. Lem Bushnell, our marshal, is beginning to openly suspicion all strangers, without whiskers, of being in disguise. Ote Gimber is quite busy erecting his horse a new stall out of sheet iron, it not being very palatable. The heavy rain storm of Tuesday morning filled Sherm Quite a crowd went over to see how it looked with something in it. Witt Larcom, who continues to think up and write moving Spoor’s cellar half full of water. picture plays, arranged to stimulate his imagination a great deal, by wearing smoked-glass spectacles while working on the fire scenes. Tink Nitz wishes a whole lot that he was built more like a watch, because it can keep right on with its work, even while lying down. Corny Paine very quickly let go of a sneaky pole-cat in his chicken coop late Wednesday night, when he snuck up in the dark, reached through a hole, and seized what he thought was Truman Bilge’s whiskers. —Leslie Van Every. Overlooked It The Thin Man—For example—you remember the fight be- tween David and Goliath? The Fat Man—1 saw some of the headlines about it, but I never read the sporting news in the papers. + -____ When a woman is sorry she married a man she is’ sure to regret that she had such a hard time getting him. y MMU TACOUU ow | 1 angler | Gree AND IT TOOK HER TWO HOURS TO DRESS! comicbooks.com