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there's five weeks' pay coming," she
"Madam, you must see Mr. Gar
rison," said the cashier, with won
derful presence of mind.
Pop ( happened to be passing
through1 and he came up at the sound
of the woman's excited tones. The
cashier left his cage.
"This lady says she is Mrs. Rob
ertson and she wants five weeks' sal
ary," said the cashier.
Pop had weathered many a crisis
and his nerve did not desert him
"Pay Mrs. Robertson by all means,"
he said, addressing the angry woman.
"And how is your husband? Better,
I hope?" he continued.
' "I hope so. As well as he deserves
to be, anyway," answered wife No. 2.
"Do you know what was the matter
"Ap-appendicitls, I understood,"
stammered Pop Garrison, striving to
retain his self-control.
. "Nope. Bad temper. It went to his
insidesj" she returned. "Say, young
man, you hand out that money before
this gink has time to change his
mind,"i!she added to the cashier.
"One hundred and twenty-five and
I'll badown every week in future
to get it and to keep tab on Joe."
And, clasping the money to her
bosom she stalked out of the office,
leaving the two men flabbergasted.
"Well, I'm " said Pop.
"Ditto here," returned the other.
"What am I to charge it to over
head, Mr. Garrison?"
"No. Put it down to petty" cash,"
returned the old actor-manager.
' "Lord, if I hadn't beep a boy myself
once but it's too bad, too bad !"
And Pop's head drooped mourn
fully as he went back to his den, and
he refused to see anybody at all during-the
remainder of the day.
On ' the Monday morning, bright
and early, Joe Robertson was at his
desk. He had been there about half
a mirfute when the cashier came up
"The old man wants to see yon,
Joe," he said. "Say, you d best
up some sort of explanation in your
mind, old man."
"What about?" asked Joe inno
cently. "Why, those two wives of yours,"
blurted out the cashier. "Don't you
know they've both had your pay
while you've been away?" .
Joe, looking pretty well scared,
went into Garrison's den. The old
man rose up and looked at him with
a heavy paternal air.
"I wouldn't have thought it of you,
Joe," he said, shaking his head.
"Young men will be young men, I
know, and I've paid alimony myself
.three times, but two at a time now,
Joe, that's something I've fought shy
of. If it wasn't that I know what
some women are and wanted to save
your face from being clawed well,
Joe, out with it. Anyway, you can
pay back and fix things?"
"You mean those two ladies that
called for my salary?" inquired Joe.
"Yes, I see you know all about It.
And so do I, Joe. Come, wnat are you
rgdingtodo? A hundred and twenty
five doesn't grow on rose bushes in
these days of the movies?"
Joe Robertson pulled a hundred
and twenty-five dollars from his
right-hand pocket. Then he pulled
a hundred and twenty-five from his
left-hand pocket. He slammed the
whole sum down on the desk under
Pop's eyes. Pop stared at tne money,
made a grab for it, and put it down.
"Keep your old money, if you're
so blamed particular,' 'said Joe. "I
never had appendicitis anyway. I've
been attending a school of acting."
"You have, hey?" snarled Pop.
"Then that's the end of you. You'll
never even get a walking part with
me after going to a school of acting."
Joe chuckled. "Ain't I the best fe
male impersonator you've ever seen?
Say, Mr. Garrison, blondy was me.
And brunetta was me also. I'm not
married but I hope to be when you
give me that job as a female im-t
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