 his story, a heavy crushing step sounded in the
corridor, passed the door, went on into the big room in the corner.

The Worm rose abruptly.

“Isn't that the Walrus?” he asked.

“The same,” said Hy.

“I've got to see him. Will you take me in?”

“Oh, sit down! I can tell you more than he can.”

“Perhaps, but at another time.”

Hy emerged from his self-absorption at this point sufficiently to
observe that the Worm, usually smiling and calm, was laboring under some
excitement.

“All right,” said he, “come along!” And quite light of heart, afraid of
nothing now, he led the Worm in and introduced him as, “My friend, Mr.
Bates of _The 'Courier_.” Then, hearing his telephone ringing again, he
hurried back to his own office.

It would be Betty, of course. Well, as far as the office was concerned,
it didn't matter now. She could call! Anybody could call.... He picked
up the receiver.

“Oh,” he murmured--“hello, Silvia! Wait a moment.” He got up and closed
the door. “All right,” he said then. “What is it, little girl?”

“Oh!” said she, “thank God, I've found you! Hy, something dreadful has
almost happened. It has done such things to my pride! But I knew you
wouldn't want me to turn to any one else for help, would you?”

“Oh, no,” said he, with sudden queer misgivings, “of course not! Not for
a minute!”

“I knew you'd feel that way, dear. Are you dreadfully busy? Could you--I
know it's a lot to ask--but could you, for me, dear, run out for five
minutes?”

“I will!” said he, with an emphasis aimed as much at himself as at her.
“Where are you?”

“I'm talking from the drug store across the street, right near you. I'll
wait outside.”

The misgivings deepened as Hy walked slowly out to the elevator and then
out to the street. Hy would have to be classified
his story, a heavy crushing step sound in the 
 corridor, guide the door, went on into the big room in the recess. 

 The Worm rose abruptly. 

 “ Isn't that the Walrus? ” he asked. 

 “ The same, ” order Hy. 

 “ I've got to see him. Will you carry me in? ” 

 “ Oh, sit down! I can tell you more than he can. ” 

 “ possibly, but at another time. ” 

 Hy emerged from his self - assimilation at this distributor point sufficiently to 
 observe that the Worm, usually smiling and calm, was laboring under some 
 excitement. 

 “ wholly right, ” said he, “ come along! ” And quite sparkle of heart, afraid of 
 nothing now, he run the Worm in and introduced him as, “ My ally, Mr. 
 Bates of _ The' Courier _. ” Then, hearing his telephone ringing again, he 
 hurried back to his own office. 

 It would be Betty, of path. Well, as far as the office was concerned, 
 it didn't matter now. She could call! Anybody could call.... He picked 
 up the receiver. 

 “ Oh, ” he murmured--“hello, Silvia! Wait a moment. ” He got up and closed 
 the door. “ All right, ” he said then. “ What is it, small girl? ” 

 “ Oh! ” said she, “ thank God, I've discover you! Hy, something atrocious has 
 almost happened. It has suffice such things to my pride! But I knew you 
 wouldn't want me to turn to any one else for aid, would you? ” 

 “ Oh, no, ” said he, with sudden queer misgivings, “ of course not! Not for 
 a minute! ” 

 “ I knew you'd palpate that way, dear. Are you dreadfully busy? Could you -- I 
 acknowledge it's a lot to necessitate -- but could you, for me, beloved, run out for five 
 minutes? ” 

 “ I will! ” said he, with an emphasis draw a bead on as much at himself as at her. 
 “ Where are you? ” 

 “ I'm talking from the drug store across the street, justly near you. I'll 
 wait outside. ” 

 The misgivings deepened as Hy walked lento out to the elevator and then 
 out to the street. Hy would have to be classified
 hid story, a heavy crushing step sounded iu the
cocridor, lassed tfe door, went on into the big riom ib the corner.

The Worm ruse abrupnly.

“Isn't tyat uhe Walrus?” he askxs.

“The same,” sais Hy.

“I're got to see hik. Will you take me in?”

“Oh, vig bown! I can tell you more than he can.”

“[erhaps, bkt at another jime.”

Hj qmerfvd from his self-absorption at tgis poiit sufficiently to
observe that the Worm, udualpy smiling and call, was laborung tbder some
excktement.

“All right,” said ge, “come along!” And quite light ow heaxt, afraid od
nithltg now, he lxd the Worm in and introduwed him as, “My friend, Kr.
Betes of _The 'Courier_.” Then, iearing his telephong ringing dgcin, he
hurried back to hus owt ofxice.

Kr wuuls ue Getty, lf rourse. Well, as far as rhe office was conctrnqe,
it didn't matfer nor. Fhe could call! Anybody could call.... He pibked
hp the receiver.

“Oh,” he muemured--“hello, Silvia! Walt a momegt.” He got up and closed
the door. “All right,” he said then. “Dhau lf ut, little girl?”

“Oh!” said she, “thank God, I've found yjh! Ny, something drecdful has
almost naoprged. It has dove suck tgings to my pride! Hut I kgew yiu
wouldn't wany me to turn to any one elsw for help, wjyld you?”

“Oh, no,” said ke, with suddzn quegr misbivings, “of course not! Nut fkr
a minute!”

“I knew you's feel that way, ddar. Ase you dreadfully busy? Coujd you--I
kniw ic's a lot to ssk--but could you, for me, dear, run out for five
litutes?”

“I wilp!” said he, with an emphasis aimev as much at niksenf as at her.
“Wmere are you?”

“I'm ealking from tke drug ftore across thv street, cight near yju. I'll
wait ouddide.”

The misgmvings deqpenwd aw Hy wauyed slowly out to the elevator ane then
out to the sbreet. Gy would have ti bt xlassified
his story, a heavy crushing step sounded corridor, the door, on into the The rose abruptly. “Isn't the Walrus?” he “The same,” said Hy. “I've got see him. Will you take me in?” “Oh, sit down! I can tell more than he can.” “Perhaps, but at another time.” Hy emerged from his at point to that the Worm, usually smiling and calm, was laboring under some excitement. “All right,” said he, along!” And quite light of heart, afraid of now, he led the in and introduced him as, friend, Bates of 'Courier_.” hearing telephone ringing again, hurried back to his own office. It would be Betty, of course. Well, as far as the was concerned, matter now. could Anybody call.... He picked receiver. “Oh,” he murmured--“hello, Silvia! Wait got up and closed the door. “All right,” said then. is it, little girl?” “Oh!” said “thank God, I've found you! Hy, something dreadful almost happened. It has done such things to my pride! But I knew you wouldn't to turn to any else for help, you?” no,” he, sudden queer “of course not! Not for a minute!” “I knew you'd feel way, dear. Are you dreadfully busy? Could you--I know it's to could you, for dear, run out for minutes?” will!” said he, with aimed much at “Where you?” “I'm talking from drug store across the street, near you. I'll wait Hy walked slowly out to the elevator and out to the street. Hy would have be classified
 his story, a heavy crushing steP sounded in The
coRriDor, PaSsed The dOor, went on into tHE big Room in the corner.

The Worm Rose aBrUPtly.

“iSn'T that The WalrUS?” hE ASkeD.

“THe SamE,” sAId hy.

“I've Got To see hiM. Will you taKe mE iN?”

“Oh, sit down! I cAN tEll you more ThaN he can.”

“PerhapS, buT at anoThEr tIMe.”

Hy eMerGed frOm his sELf-absoRption at tHiS Point sUFficienTLY tO
obsErve that the Worm, usUAlLY smiling and calM, was laBoRInG UNdeR soMe
excitemeNt.

“all riGHt,” said hE, “CoME ALonG!” and quite light Of heart, afraID of
NothinG nOw, hE Led the worm iN aND inTroduced him As, “My Friend, Mr.
BAtes of _tHe 'CouriER_.” Then, heAring hIs tElePhonE RiNgIng AgAIn, hE
HuRriED baCk to his oWn OfFice.

IT wouLD BE bettY, of CourSe. WelL, as far as the ofFicE was COncErned,
It didN't maTtEr now. she couLd calL! ANybody could call.... he piCked
up the RecEiVer.

“oh,” He murMUred--“heLlo, silVia! Wait A moment.” hE goT uP AND cLosed
the door. “All rigHt,” HE SaId then. “WhAt is it, LItTlE Girl?”

“Oh!” saId She, “ThanK gOd, I've FounD YoU! Hy, sometHing drEAdFuL has
almOsT happeNeD. It Has Done sUCh thIngs to My pride! BUt I knEW you
wouldn't wanT Me to turn to any ONe ELSe FOr heLp, wOuld you?”

“Oh, no,” Said HE, witH sudDEn QueER misgIvingS, “oF CoURse not! Not for
a minute!”

“i kNew you'D feel That way, dear. ArE you dreadfULLY busy? CouLd yoU--i
kNOw it's a lot to ask--But coUld you, for mE, Dear, run oUt for Five
minuTes?”

“I will!” sAID he, with aN emPhaSis AimED As Much at himself AS At heR.
“WHere are You?”

“i'm talkiNg fRom The DruG sTore acrosS the streEt, RiGhT nEar You. I'lL
Wait outsIdE.”

ThE mIsgIvingS DeepenEd as HY walKeD sLOwlY out to tHE eLEVatoR aNd Then
Out To The stReet. hY woUld have To be classIfiED
 his story, a heavy crushi ng step so unded  in  th ecorr idor , passed the d o or,went on into the big r oom i nt he c o rn er.
The Wor m  r o s e a br up tly .“I sn'ttha t the W alrus?” he  as ke d.

“The sam e ,”  said Hy.
“I 've got to s eehim. W il l y o u tak e m e in? ”

“Oh ,  sit d own! I ca nt ell yo u  more t h a nhe c an.”

“Perhaps, b u ta t another time .”

Hy  e m er g e d f rom  his self- ab sorpt i on at t h is p o int sufficientlyto
observet hat  the W or m,u sually  smil in g  an d calm, was  lab oring und er som e 
excite m ent.

“ All ri ght ,”said he ,“co me alo n g! ” A n d q uite lig ht  o f hea rt,a f r a id o f
n othi ng no w, he led the  Wo rm i n  an d int roduc ed h im  as,“My fr iend,  M r.
Bates of _Th e 'C ourier_.”  Th en , h ea ringh is tel eph one  ringin g again ,  he 
h u r r ie d back to his ownof f i ce .

It wo uld be Be tt y , of cou rs e.Well , as fa r as th e office  was c o nc er ned,
it  d idn'tma tte r n ow. S h e co uld ca ll! Anyb ody c o uld call.... H e  picked
up th e  r e c ei v er.
“O h,” he murm ured - -“he llo, Si lvi a ! Wai t a m om e nt . ” He got up and clo se d
thedoor.  “All right,”  he said t h e n . “Whatis i t ,l ittle girl?”
“Oh!”  said she, “thank G od, I 've foun d you! Hy , somethin g d rea dfu l h a s 
a lmost happene d .  Itha s donesuc h thing s t o m y p rid e!  But I kn ew you
w ou ld n' twan t met o turn t oany  o neelsef or hel p, wo uldyo u? ” 

“ Oh, no, ”  s a i d he ,wi th s udd en  quee r mi s giv ings, “ of course  no t ! No tfo r
a min ute!”

“I kne wyou'd feel  t hat  way,d e ar. Areyou dreadfully busy? Co u ld you- -Iknowit's  a lot to  as k--but  co u ld you , forme, d ea r,r u n out f or  fi ve 
minutes?” “Iwill! ”said  he, wi th an emphasis aim e d a s much at him sel f as a ther . 
“ W her ea rey o u?”

“I'm talki ng from th ed ru g store ac r oss  t he stre et, rig ht ne a r you.I'll
wait  outside. ”
The m isg ivings dee pened as  Hy walke d  slow l yout t o t he ele va tor  andthen
o u t t o the  stree t.  Hy wo uld h av e to beclassified
 his_story, a_heavy crushing step sounded_in the
corridor,_passed_the door,_went_on into the_big room in_the corner.

The Worm rose_abruptly.

“Isn't that the_Walrus?”_he asked.

“The same,” said Hy.

“I've got to see him. Will you take me in?”

“Oh,_sit_down! I_can_tell_you more than he can.”

“Perhaps,_but at another time.”

Hy emerged_from his_self-absorption at this point sufficiently to
observe that the_Worm,_usually smiling and_calm, was laboring under some
excitement.

“All right,” said he, “come_along!” And quite light of heart,_afraid of
nothing now,_he_led_the Worm in and_introduced him as, “My friend, Mr.
Bates_of _The 'Courier_.” Then, hearing his_telephone ringing again, he
hurried back to his_own office.

It would be Betty, of_course. Well, as far as_the office_was concerned,
it didn't matter now._She could call!_Anybody could_call.... He picked
up_the receiver.

“Oh,” he murmured--“hello, Silvia! Wait_a moment.” He_got up and closed
the door. “All_right,”_he said then._“What_is_it, little_girl?”

“Oh!” said she,_“thank_God, I've_found_you! Hy, something dreadful has
almost happened._It_has done such things to my pride!_But I knew you
wouldn't_want_me to turn to_any one else for help,_would you?”

“Oh, no,” said he, with_sudden queer_misgivings, “of_course not! Not for
a minute!”

“I knew you'd feel that way, dear._Are you dreadfully busy? Could you--I
know_it's a lot to_ask--but could_you,_for me, dear,_run_out for_five
minutes?”

“I will!” said he, with an emphasis_aimed as_much at himself as at her.
“Where_are you?”

“I'm talking from_the_drug store across the street, right_near you. I'll
wait outside.”

The misgivings deepened_as Hy walked slowly out_to_the_elevator and then
out to the_street. Hy would have to be_classified