Evening star. [volume], September 14, 1947, Page 20, Image 97

About Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972

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“CHIN UP, CARSON”
Continued from page seven
his sleeve. “It may interest you to know,”
he said, “that we’re on the verge of becom
ing sole suppliers for Stanhope.”
We’d been trying to get in at Stanhope for
years. “You pulled it off at the convention,”
I said. “Good for you, sir. That’s great — ”
He held up one hand; “I met Miss Wilton
at the convention,” he said. “She ran a dis
play booth there for Stanhope. Seems she’s
the old boy’s niece; been living with him and
working for him. He — ah — found her a
bit upsetting. I agreed to give the girl a
chance here, and Stanhope was most appre
ciative.”
I let that sink in the old brain. “Then
we can’t fire her,” I said. “But, look, chief,
the place is going to pot.”
“I think perhaps I have a solution,” the
Commodore said. “Charming girl, Miss
Wilton. But perhaps not in her milieu here,
shall we say? Perhaps more at home in a
small apartment, or a vine-covered cottage. I
can see Miss Wilton bending over a crib — ”
au ngm, 1 saia, we can get ria oi ner
and make Stanhope happy by getting her
married. You’ll have to arrange for her to
fall in love first. That comes before apart
ments and cribs — or so they tell me.”
The Commodore put his fingers together.
His look was suddenly cherubic. I knew that
look of old. It gave me cold chills. “Careful,
Carson,” I said to myself, "watch out for a
curve."
“Carson, my boy,” said the Commodore,
“I look upon you as a son. I’m devoted
to you.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said. “If you’d care
to demonstrate your devotion with a small
raise, I would — ”
“Shut up,” said the Commodore.
The cherubic look returned. “Carson, I
am an old man, full of years and experience.
As you know, I never married.” His sigh
sounded like the air going out of a balloon.
“The blessed state of matrimony passed
me by.”
“If you mean you ran like a rabbit every
time a girl maneuvered you in front of a
jewelry store window, I know all about that.”
“Carson,” roared the Commodore, “let me
remind you that you are not indispensable.”
I subsided and he took another breath.
“Out of my experience,” he said, “I’d like
to guide your steps. Man was not meant to
live alone. Carson, you are young, vigorous,
not unattractive to the opposite sex. My
boy, let me paint a picture for you: At night
you return to a lonely room. Picture your
self hurrying instead to a bright apartment,
gay with the presence of a lovely bride, hear
ing the patter of tiny feet across the living
room, a baby’s arms extended toward you..
“A. J.” I yelled, “I am not going to get
Miss Wilton out of here by marrying her!”
The old fraud just smiled. “Did I suggest
guch a thing, Carson? I am not aware of it.”
He reached in a desk drawer and tossed four
pasteboards at me. “Mr. Haley and his wife
are arriving tonight,” he said. “As you
know, Mr. Haley is a valued customer —
we want to keep him happy. I’ve procured
tickets to the theater. Mrs. Haley, I'm sure,
would prefer to have a second woman in the
party in case you men talk business. I’ve
informed Miss Wilton that you will escort
her tonight. You are to meet the Haleys at
their hntel in time fnr Hinner Kefnre rnrtain
time.”
“You can’t do this to me,” I yelled. “It’s
a put-up job, a frame-up. I quit, I resign.”
The Commodore had his hat on; he paused
at the door. “Enjoy yourself, my boy,” he
said and was gone.
“Carson,” I said to myself, “you’re a man
of your word; Miss Wilton shall not dine
with you tonight.”
So, at six o’clock that evening Miss Wilton
and I were driving in my jalopy toward the
city. I ignored the perfume wafting toward
my nostrils, I scorned my side view of her
classically modeled face. We met the Haleys
at their hotel and went to a French res
taurant. I paid no attention to the blueness
of Miss Wilton’s eyes, I regarded with
hauteur the way her hair curled at the nape
of the neck.
As bad luck would have it, the Haleys
didn’t want to go back to their hotel after
the show. They talked about a night club.
Miss Wilton said she’d just love it, and
fifteen minutes later I was dancing with
Mrs. Haley.
“A.delightful girl,” said Mrs. Haley. “You
make a lovely couple.”
I broke out in a cold sweat. When we went
I t is the exceptional woman who goes out of a man’s
life without banging the door. ... M. E. Morton