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Carpenter, sitting in the seat behind us, must have realized by now the meaning of this scandalous adventure; but he said not a word, and the white-gowned Klansmen piled in behind him, and the siren shrieked out into the night, and the bus backed to the corner, and turned and sped off; and all the way to Eternal City, T-S and I and Old Joe slapped one another on the back and roared with laughter, and the rest of the Klansmen roared with laughter all save the Grand Imperial Kleagle, who sat by Carpenter's side, and was discovered to be weeping.
I returned late in the afternoon, and a few minutes afterwards my telephone rang, and I discovered that somebody else was dissatisfied with life. "Hello, Billy," said the voice of T-S. "I see dat feller Carpenter is in jail. Vy don't you bail him out?" "He won't let me," I said. "Vell, maybe it might be a good ting to leave him in jail a veek, till dis Brigade convention gits over."
He would insist on staying and facing his enemies. I put my wits to work. We needed a good-sized crowd; we needed, in fact, a mob of our own. And suddenly the word brought to me an inspiration; that mob which T-S had drilled at Eternal City!
Colver was uneasy, not for himself, but for his friend, and I saw him start every time the door was opened. Also, T-S was having some night-scenes taken, and he and Mary were to see the work.
Is it the proprietor of the restaurant?" "Vell," cried T-S, "ain't he gotta take care of his place?" "As a matter of fact," said I, laughing, "from what I read in the 'Times' this morning, I gather that an old friend of Mr. Carpenter's has been paying in this case." Carpenter looked at me inquiringly. "Mr.
"We have no objection to Mr. T-S coming here," he said, "or Miss Magna either." "That is," said I, "so long as they obey the law, and don't get in bad with the Western City 'Times'!" After a moment I added, "You may make your mind easy. I will go downstairs and wait for Mr. Carpenter, and tell him he is not wanted." And so I left the Labor Temple and walked up and down on the sidewalk in front.
And T-S, neglecting his important business, stayed around; getting up out of one chair and walking nowhere, and then sitting down in another chair. I did the same, and after we had exchanged chairs a dozen times it being then about eight o'clock in the evening I said: "By the way, hadn't you better call up the morning papers and persuade them to be decent."
"I don't git you," said T-S, helplessly; but then, thinking it over a bit, he went on: "I guess I'm a vulgar feller, Mr. Carpenter, and maybe all my pictures ain't vot you call high-brow. But if I had a man like you to vork vit, I could make vot you call real educational pictures. You're vot dey call a prophet, you got a message fer de vorld; vell, vy don't you let me spread it fer you?
"Hello!" said he. "I thought I'd come to hear your friend the prophet." "Friend?" said T-S. "Who told you he's a friend o' mine?" "Why, the papers said " "Vell, de papers 're nutty!" And then came one of the strikers who had been in the soup-kitchen a fresh young fellow, proud to know a great man. "How dy'do, Mr. T-S? I hear our friend, Mr. Carpenter, is going "
"Vot you vant to order, Mr. Carpenter?" demanded T-S; and I waited, full of curiosity. What would this man choose to eat in a "lobster palace"? Carpenter took the card from his host and studied it. Apparently he had no difficulty in finding the most substantial part of the menu.
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