Argosy and Railroad Man's Magazine, Vol. 107 No. 3 — page 69: what you’re looking at

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ALIAS THE ANGLEWORM ' stable, which might be the death of him yet. Timothy Bugbee, in short, was a very shrewd Yankee. The Uncle Sam part of his face testified to his honesty. The foxy half of it was eloquent of why he was a better poker-player than Tom Tredway. The marshal rose to go. ‘Much obliged, Tim. I’ll be back, pret- ty soon. I'll have him shaddered out of the theater. If he goes home with Viv, well and good. He’ll have to come back here from her house, if he’s on the level—unless the shadder I set on him finds out some- thing in between that warrants me locking him up.”” As“ A Dream of Love ” came to an end, and as the audience left the Olympian Thea- ter, having witnessed all there was to be seen of King Robert of Sicily when the last of his nine parts dissolved in a ‘“ Good -Night ” surrounded by a wreath of flowers, Jimmy Stuart also departed through the exit nearest the piano in company with Miss Baldwin. They walked along the side of the build- ing until they emerged on the street in front of the theater at a point just where he had come through the lot. Marshal Tom was back in the shadows, toward the lot. He saw Jimmy with the girl. Jimmy didn’t know he was still being “* shaddered.” He only knew that. under the flaming arc lights in front of the theater beyond the point of egress of the crowd who had filed out the front doors and filtered homeward, at the edge of the pavement nearest the curb, squatted an old Sicilian woman with rings in her ears, her skirts spread fanwise around her, grinding out “ Maggie Mur- phy’s Home ” on an organ, whose age vied with that of the phaeton he had inspected under the shed that afternoon. Bugbee phaetohs were once the pride of the élite. This old woman was anything but. élite, as she held up her dix,, ealm, with an ingratiating smirk, seeking... thote the theater. Miss Baldwin’s hand rested lightly on Sq Te ee, ee te eee 411 Jimmy Stuart’s left arm. He had insisted on “ seeing her home.” She misunderstood the insistence, for Jimmy was still think- ing of the footgear behind the bookcase, with the two brassy eyelets which had stared snakily back at him after he had felt fey. His late amanuensis and erstwhile myth- ological ideal was thinking of things that girls have always thought—and always will —when a sturdy young cavalier, garbed with clothes which are in themselves a deli- cate compliment to her invitation to “ get rid- of the blues,” override protestations which come from the lips and not from the heart. . Seeing paused. Something of his afternoon’s audacity smiled on his lips, and Vivian Baldwin was very pleased at the smile. Her experiment, as she thought, had succeeded. On the contrary, Jimmy was still wearing his in- disposition inside-out and he was so forlorn as to be almost wobegone. He stopped. ‘“ That tune,” said he to Vivian, *‘ is one my father sometimes whis- tles. He heard it before I was born, I judge, from two men named Harrigan and Hart. Just a‘second!” He thrust his right hand into his trou- ser-pocket where he had transferred the remnants of the change he had received when paying his bill to Clerk Bugbee. He felt quite safe, for no one else was in sight. If that black hat or those shoes of the bantam were abroad, they were all hiding out. Even the mist had fled and the night was so benignant that it seemed ta apologize for the afternoon. The semiformal evening dress he had donned necessitated the use of a stiff cuff; and as he thrust his hand into his pocket, the crone’s greedy eyes, watching up to catch his every gesture from where she squatted beneath him, gleamed like the eyes of a snake as he dropped a coin which would have bought a “ seegar ” of the brand Mr, Bugbee did not hesitate to term the Sicilian woman, Jimmy ty of the-last two people to [email protected] wi Ignorant that the blued finish of his concealed automatic had been exposed to the gleam of the overhead arc for the frac- GOMIGIOO S Co inn