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Show IT WAS ALL A LIE. No Foundation Whatever to the Bumor That the Kuutsford Would Change Hands. AND MAJOR ERB IS LAUCHINC. The Canard Started by Some of the "Walking" "Walk-ing" Mercantile Agencies Who Know Everyone's liusiuesa But Their Own Holmes in Chicago. It has been rumored for several days that a change was contemplated in the management manage-ment of the Knutsford hotel and that Mr. Gus S. Holmes would retire in favor of Major E:-b who until recently conducted the Walker house. For what cause rumor was not bold enough to say. The Knutsford under the Holmes regime is said to have surprised even thoe who are hopeful and sanguine enouirh to look forward to earnings during the first year of an untried dynasty. It is said ;lial Mr. Holmes himself was not so visionary but that he toid his friends that he counted on a loss of $10,000 the tirst year a mere bagatelle. Whether he has run that far behind, Landlord Holmes does not say. At least he has not submitted submit-ted an itemized statement to every Paul Pry wiio haunted the magic lobbies ' aud conslitutcd himself a portable mercantile mercan-tile agency. So that if there has been an indirect loss the commercial editors have not been able to determine the fact. He has surrounded himself with a staff, than which there is none more accommodating or popu lar has held the rein just still enough to keep abreust of the leaders if not to set the pace for them. To the natives the caravansary caravan-sary has been a revelation. Drawn thither by the music that swept over massive balconies bal-conies tliey have lived momentarily in a paradise. A reporter called up Mr. Harris, the "lissome"' "lis-some"' am! patronizing assistant manager of the hostelry, this morning for the purpose of fathoming the run-.or. 'Hello, hello T' was the intermittent reply-to reply-to the ring. "Is Harris There?" "Who are you ? ' "Tin- T,mi:s." Hani;- went the audiphone back into its rack. The interviewer, almost ciiokiu with a semi-colon that stuck in the threat of the telephone for hilt' an hour, ambled towards the Knutsford. "Mr. Holmes in?" asked the reporter of a young man in a summer suit. "No, iir; gone to Chicago," was the curt, epiyraniatic reply. "Mr. Harris in?" "Not for half an boar jhe's up stairs." Another struggle was made to dovetail the assistant manager's ear to tiie other end of the telephone. A dismal failure. He was there but under quarantine. Another dash and a dot and dually Mr. Harris was roused from his moorings, "Not an io:a ot truth in it," said Mr. Harris. Har-ris. '-:-o;ne irresponsible parlies have launched the rumors that have been caught up by others. No one laughed heartier than did Major Erfa when they reached his ear nor did any one scout the idea more vigorously vigor-ously than he. There's not a particle of foundation in it, while the Knutsford today-is today-is prospering like a green bay tree." . |