The thought of apple pie haunted him. He just had to have one delivered from Chicago for Miss Slosson, but how to accomplish this feat8 without notifying Madame Stephano or her manager worried him. He didn’t know anyone in that city he could trust to ship one on in time and he rather figured that even if he did wire or telephone an acquaintance there the latter would take the request as a weird9 practical joke of some sort and pay no serious attention to it.
He found himself out in the street peering into bakeshop windows and critically appraising10 the more or less appetizing pastry11 displayed therein. No use to buy one of those pies and attempt to work it off on Miss Slosson, he thought. They were all too obviously the apple pies of commerce, pale, anaemic affairs bearing not even a remote resemblance to the succulent product of the home kitchen. His artist’s soul revolted at the thought of utilizing12 one of them to further his nefarious13 designs.
He exhausted14 the possibilities of the bakeries on three of the principal avenues in the center of the city and worked himself into a fine frenzy15 of despair from which he sought relief in a motion picture theatre. What was programmed as a Nonpareil Comedy was unfolding itself on the screen when he entered and just as he slid into a seat in the back row he beheld16 a large object hurtling through the air propelled by the principal comedian17. It struck the comedy villain18 of the piece full in the face with a disastrously19 liquid and messy result.
“My God, apple pie,” murmured Jimmy to himself as he clambered out into the aisle20, barking the shins and stirring up the latent profanity of an irascible looking man who had slipped into a seat alongside him.
He met Tom Wilson again that evening in the hotel lobby and they went into dinner together.
“Don’t ask me about that story, Tom,” he pleaded as they sat down. “I want to forget it for a little while.”
And he did. The dinner was excellent, the waiter was alert and extremely polite and his companion unbosomed himself of a flow of anecdotes21 that kept him in a constant state of merriment.
“Mighty22 good dinner, Tom,” he remarked heartily23 near the end of the meal, “and mighty fine service.”
The waiter cleared away the dishes and presented the menu to Jimmy.
“If I may be permitted, sir,” he said deferentially24, “I might suggest that the apple pie is excellent tonight.”
Jimmy pushed his chair back from the table with such violence that he almost upset it.
“You’ll be permitted to take a punch in the eye, Mr. Fresh,” he said bitterly and then hastened to apologize.
His companion laughed uproariously.
“Still on your mind, Jimmy?” he inquired.
“Yes,” retorted the other; “seems like we’re hooked up to do a double act for life.”
Jimmy had a sleepless25 night. Every time he dropped off into a fitful slumber26 he was bothered by a dream in which apple pie played a central part. Once he dreamt that he was chained to a pillar in a great room and that Madame Stephano was forcing him to devour27 an apparently28 inexhaustible pie which stood on a table and which she fed him with an enormous long handled spoon. He choked so hard on one spoonful that he awoke with a start.
At the breakfast table he read Miss Slosson’s promised story in the Star. It was all that the most ambitious purveyor29 of publicity could desire. There was a four column headline reading:
Underneath30 was a big picture of a kitchen table on each side of which a woman was shown busily engaged in the culinary operations that usually accompany the creation of a pie. The bodies of these feminine figures had been sketched31 in by an artist, but the heads were excellent half-tone likenesses of Madame Stephano and Mrs. Jefferson Andrews, society leader.
One look at the lay-out simply added to Jimmy’s misery32. After that he just had to make good. He strode out of the hotel determined33 to take a long walk to see if he couldn’t clarify his mental processes and get his imagination oiled up again. He was so busy with his thoughts that he paid little heed34 to the general direction he was taking and presently found himself in a corner of the city with which he was not familiar. It was a quiet residential35 section and rows of modest homes of the bungalow36 type lined both sides of the streets. There was a little group of shops in a stucco building on a corner and as Jimmy passed him he let his eyes drift toward them in a desultory37 fashion.
Presently he stopped directly in front of one which bore this legend across its front: “The Buy-A-Cake Shop—Home Made Dainties and Pastry.” A pretty girl dressed in snowy white with a cloth in her hand was lifting into the window one of the most appetizing looking pies he had ever seen. It was a single crust affair which had been baked in a deep china dish of large proportions. The pastry looked flaky enough to crumble38 at the touch and was a color symphony in brown. As Jimmy gazed entranced the girl set down a card in front of the pie. It read: “Mother’s Own Apple Pie.” Opportunity had knocked and Jimmy answered “present.” He rushed into the shop.
“I’ll take that pie, miss,” he said eagerly. “I need it in my business.”
As the young woman turned to take it out of the window Jimmy stopped her for a moment.
“Say,” he said, “I want to send that a long way off and I want you to do it up so that it will stand the journey—you know, keep fresh and everything and not get mussed up.”
“I understand,” responded the girl in white. “I’ll wrap a cloth around it to keep the air out, and I’ll fix it up in a strong pasteboard box that I’ve got here. Can you wait?”
“Sure I can,” returned Jimmy. “That’s what I’ve been doing for twenty-four hours. I’ll smoke a cigarette outside. Knock on the window when you’re ready.”
A half an hour later he breezed into the office of the Standard Theatre with a large bundle under his arm and greeted Tom Wilson, who was looking through the morning mail.
“I hear you’ve got a date with an apple pie this morning,” grinned his friend.
“Here’s the party,” replied Jimmy setting the bundle down on the table. “The kind that mother used to make out in the summer kitchen under the lilac vines. You were in for the first act. Do you want to stick around and watch me take the curtain calls at the finish?”
“Sure,” returned Tom Wilson.
“Then come on back stage,” said Jimmy, picking up his precious bundle. “I want to interview the house property man. I’ve got to have the right kind of a production for this little stunt39.”
The property man proved equal to the occasion, after explanations had been made. He brought out a substantial wooden box and began to fill the bottom of it with crumpled41 newspapers. Jimmy stopped him.
“Wait a minute,” he said. “Never give ’em a chance to have anything on you is always my motto. These are Cleveland papers and this box is supposed to come from Chicago. Maybe someone would notice that. Put your coat on and dust around to that out-of-town newspaper stand over on Superior Avenue and buy a bunch of yesterday’s Chicago papers.”
When the property man came back a few minutes later and began to crumple40 up the newspapers he brought with him, Jimmy turned to his friend again.
“Not a bad little touch, eh, Tom?” he remarked.
“Immense,” agreed the other sincerely. “I’ve got to hand it to you. You certainly overlook no bets.”
The pasteboard box containing the pie was carefully placed on top of the bed of newspapers and other papers were packed in tightly around and above it. The lid was nailed solidly on and Jimmy affixed42 an express label addressed to himself. When the box had been carefully loaded on a push wagon43 in charge of a small colored boy and was on its way down Euclid Avenue toward the Star office, personally chaperoned by the two press agents, the conspiracy44 was completed.
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