Evening journal., 1892-08-22
Don. Voltaire, don't talk solv

0fN "a ~ Lis IANhNAiAN AttAANAt
Voltaire, with bellows rested, now
began to describe the new hero with en-
thusiasm. His touches were crude, but /
picturesque charcoal sketch.
"Major Skerrett, Miss Lucy. Oh, my! !
what beautiful mustache he had Jess
the color Of ripe chestnut leaves and I
curling down on each side, So"
The black forefinger described an ogee |
on either black lip.
Lucy did not interrupt. She must |
have her correct image of the new actor
before she inquired his role. She per-
ceived already that he was not to be a
sicklied Hamlet
Her first picture of the hero had been
a figure in a Continental uniform, with
the name Skerrett instead of face.
Second picture: Lucy sees the mere
name vanish. Two chestnut leaves, fine
gold as October can point them. broad
in the middle, blunt at the butt, taper
toward the point, serrated along the
/ edges, dispose themselves to her minds
eye in the air and form amustache. She
looks at her vision Of this isolated fea-
ture and thinks, 1T is much prettier
than Major Emerick's.'
"A go ahead nose, " continues Yoltaire
without pause.
Lucy inserts go ahead nose into the
blank, over and little ahead Of the
mustache. Third picture.
mo mumps round his cheeks and
chin the describer went ON.
Not a mump had ever disfgured the
cheeks Lucy hereupon balanced on either
side Of the nose and the chin which she
had located under the two chestnut
leaves. Picture fourth.
Eyes blue as that saucerr-Voltaire
pointed to a piece of delicate china
land they look like the holy angels"
Into their sockets Lucy inserted a pair
Of orbs, saucer in color, not in shape,
and gave them a holy, angelic express
sion. She inspected the growing por-
trait with her own sweet eyes-they
were hazel, ian excellent thing in a
woman"-and began to think the illu-
mined face very charming.
"Lots Of tan on his bark" resumed
the painter in words.
Lucy dipped her pencil in umber and
gave the bark Of cheeks, chin and nose
a nut brown tint that bravely backed
the gold of the mustache
"Yaller hair under his cooked hat"
yellow, if you please, Voltaire," she
protested, and with skillful thought she
adjusted the couture.
'sNo cue"
An imaginary cue, tied with n tuin-
bled black ribbon, had been bobbing in
the air near the hero's cerebellum. Lucy
locked it, and with a scornful gesture
sent it whirling off into the unseen.
"Now," says Voltaire, "you jess stick
/ in troot (truth), wercher (virtue), zer-
ridge (courage) and all the other good
, things into that are face; you. jess claT
, on a smile that'll make n dorssh heart in
bosom turn into light gingerbread
: | and give him look that can make stub
J bed toes want to wheel about and turn
about and dance a breakdown, and is
sticllin plaster to every scratch on al
old free colored gentleman's shins; you
4 jess think you see major what liberty
r and all the holy angels is pullin caps
? for and all the debbls is shalzin hui
5 away from where he stands; you jess gi
Q all that in your eye, Miss Lucy, anC
! you've got Major Skerrett."
"And can this gentleman help?" sh'
n asked earnestly as soon as she had hi
4 person before her eyes.
t "Helpl" says Voltaire; che can't hell
Q helping That's his business under thi
canopy"
n The negro stated briefly the schem
for Kerr's capture and her abduction.
g Lucy comprehended the whole in
S moment.
p major Skerrett sent you message
Miss Lucy" says the successful envoy
d closing his report.
n 'Me" she said. She massacred
little scruple that Major Kerr's be
d trothed ought not to be receiving MESA
n ges from strange majors. 'What is il
n He is very kind to think of me-"
!. "He said, Tell Miss Brothertoft to b
Is brave, to be prudent and to keep he
Ia room with q headache until we are read
q 10 start"
I. ut makes me brave and prudent, no'
e. that have a strong friend to trust. BIZ
It the headache had is all gone. neve
It felt so well and happy in my life"
n. 'Look at him." Noltaire rejoineI
" pointing to Kerr through the pantr
3. window. "That win make you ach
a. from your head to your heels"
ID She did look, and ached at once wit
It fresh resentment and disgust.
ID Kerr was leaning limp against a tre'
nj breathing tipsily his nine oxygen azot
ID The golden hills. the blue river and I'll
mountains, blue and gold, had nocharl
IL for him. He was thinking, "Almo
ID time TO make it seven bells. / can
touch anything stronger than six watt
r. grog this morning. Oh, my head"
IN pretty fellow fur a lubber TO m
lei Young LADY," says Voltaire. His mi
mn pronunciation revealed truth.
nd This faithful blackamoor now pr
ceeded to act Othello relating his a
b. ventures. He had tragicomic episos
to impart of his "hairbreadth 'scapes
Is ''of being taken by the insolent foe,
lie all "his 'portance in his travels history
ne and what he suffered, shin and sole,
lis the trough quarries, rocks ana hill
,el back Of Anthony's Nose, while he dodge
,1e | nv NIGHT along the by-Datls