Side-stepping with Shorty. Ford Sewell

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      "Where's America, then?" says he.

      "Around the edges," says I.

      "I'm goin' to be president some day," says he. "Are you?"

      "Not till Teddy lets go, anyway," says I.

      "Who's Teddy?" says he.

      "The man behind the stick," says I.

      "I wish I had a stick," says Jack; "then I could whip the hossie. I wish I had suffin' to eat, too."

      "I'd give a dollar if you had," says I.

      It seems that Jill has been struck with the same idea, for pretty soon we comes together, and Pinckney shouts that we're all goin' to have lunch. Now, there's a lot of eatin' shops in this town; but I'll bet Pinckney couldn't name more'n four, to save his neck, and the Fifth-ave. joint he picks out was the one he's most used to.

      It ain't what you'd call a fam'ly place. Mostly the people who hang out there belong to the Spender clan. It's where the thousand-dollar tenors, and the ex-steel presidents, and the pick of the pony ballet come for broiled birds and bottled bubbles. But that don't bother Pinckney a bit; so we blazes right in, kids and all. The head waiter most has a fit when he spots Pinckney towin' a twin with each hand; but he plants us at a round table in the middle of the room, turns on the electric light under the seashell shades, and passes out the food programs. I looks over the card; but as there wa'n't anything entered that I'd ever met before, I passes. Gerty, she takes a look around, and smiles. But the twins wa'n't a bit fazed.

      "What will it be, youngsters?" says Pinckney.

      "Jam," says they.

      "Jam it is," says Pinckney, and orders a couple of jars.

      "Don't you think they ought to have something besides sweets?" says Miss Gerty.

      "Blessed if I know," says Pinckney, and he puts it up to the kids if there wa'n't anything else they'd like.

      "Yep!" says they eagerly. "Pickles."

      That's what they had too, jam and pickles, with a little bread on the side. Then, while we was finishin' off the grilled bones, or whatever it was Pinckney had guessed at, they slides out of their chairs and organises a game of tag. I've heard of a lot of queer doin's bein' pulled off in that partic'lar caffy, but I'll bet this was the first game of cross tag ever let loose there. It was a lively one, for the tables was most all filled, and the tray jugglers was skatin' around thick. That only made it all the more interestin' for the kids. Divin' between the legs of garçons loaded down with silver and china dishes was the best sport they'd struck in a month, and they just whooped it up.

      I could see the head waiter, standin' on tiptoes, watchin' 'em and holdin' his breath. Pinckney was beginnin' to look worried too, but Gerty was settin' there, as calm and smilin' as if they was playin' in a vacant lot. It was easy to see she wa'n't one of the worryin' kind.

      "I wonder if I shouldn't stop them?" says Pinckney.

      Before he's hardly got it out, there comes a bang and a smash, and a fat French waiter goes down with umpteen dollars' worth of fancy grub and dishes.

      "Perhaps you'd better," says Gerty.

      "Yes," says I, "some of them careless waiters might fall on one of 'em."

      With that Pinckney starts after 'em, tall hat, cane, and all. The kids see him, and take it that he's joined the game.

      "Oh, here's Uncle Pinckney!" they shouts. "You're it, Uncle Pinckney!" and off they goes.

      That sets everybody roarin' – except Pinckney. He turns a nice shade of red, and gives it up. I guess they'd put the place all to the bad, if Miss Gerty hadn't stood up smilin' and held her hands out to them. They come to her like she'd pulled a string, and in a minute it was all over.

      "Pinckney," says I, "you want to rehearse this uncle act some before you spring it on the public again."

      "I wish I could get at that letter and find out how long this is going to last," says he, sighin' and moppin' his noble brow.

      But if Pinckney was shy on time for letter readin' before, he had less of it now. The three of us put in the afternoon lookin' after that pair of kids, and we was all busy at that. Twice Miss Gerty started to break away and go for a train; but both times Pinckney sent me to call her back. Soon's she got on the scene everything was lovely.

      Pinckney had picked out a suite of rooms at the Waldorf, and he thought as soon as he could get hold of a governess and a maid his troubles would be over. But it wa'n't so easy to pick up a pair of twin trainers. Three or four sets shows up; but when they starts to ask questions about who the twins belongs to, and who Pinckney was, and where Miss Gerty comes in, and what was I doin' there they gets a touch of pneumonia in the feet.

      "I ain't casting any insinuations," says one; "but I never have been mixed up in a kidnapping case before, and I guess I won't begin now."

      "The sassy thing!" says I, as she bangs the door.

      Pinckney looks stunned; but Miss Gerty only laughs.

      "Perhaps you'd better let me go out and find some one," says she. "And maybe I'll stay over for a day."

      While she was gone Pinckney gets me to take a note up to his man, tellin' him to overhaul the mail and send all the London letters down. That took me less'n an hour, but when I gets back to the hotel I finds Pinckney with furrows in his brow, tryin' to make things right with the manager. He'd only left the twins locked up in the rooms for ten minutes or so, while he goes down for some cigarettes and the afternoon papers; but before he gets back they've rung up everything, from the hall maids to the fire department, run the bath tub over, and rigged the patent fire escapes out of the window.

      "Was it you that was tellin' about not wantin' to miss any fun?" says I.

      "Don't rub it in, Shorty," says he. "Did you get that blamed Tootle letter?"

      He grabs it eager. "Now," says he, "we'll see who these youngsters are to be handed over to, and when."

      The twins had got me harnessed up to a chair, and we was havin' an elegant time, when Pinckney gives a groan and hollers for me to come in and shut the door.

      "Shorty," says he, "what do you think? There isn't anyone else. I've got to keep them."

      Then he reads me the letter, which is from some English lawyers, sayin' that the late Mr. Anstruther, havin' no relations, has asked that his two children, Jack and Jill, should be sent over to his old and dear friend, Mr. Lionel Ogden Pinckney Bruce, with the request that he act as their guardian until they should come of age. The letter also says that there's a wad of money in the bank for expenses.

      "And the deuce of it is, I can't refuse," says Pinckney. "Jack once did me a good turn that I can never forget."

      "Well, this makes twice, then," says I. "But cheer up. For a bachelor, you're doin' well, ain't you? Now all you need is an account at the grocer's, and you're almost as good as a fam'ly man."

      "But," says he, "I know nothing about bringing up children."

      "Oh, you'll learn," says I. "You'll be manager of an orphan asylum yet."

      It wa'n't until Miss Gerty shows up with a broad faced Swedish nurse СКАЧАТЬ