Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1893-11-10

uttt 10 cObtC ytfts Httco, SutQ OTtyD.
ave amt got no gin. We're lost our IL
cense," answered.
That's good sign," said Drigo in low
tone, nudgirg Taras.
what do you people drink heres" Taras
asked.
"Pongelo-four half GENTLY"
They decided to have some -four half"
and while was drawing it Taras said:
Can we have a room here for a few
days9"
"'Tain't likely. None of the rooms amt
furnished, 'ceptin the parlor, and the bloke
sleeps in that"
"Where is the blokes"
"Gorned out"
when will he be in?"
Don't know. Preaps five minutes, pre-
APPS not afore shuttin up time.'
All that know now has been acquired
since that time. Then l spoke like a saw
age and was little better than savage in
any way. having lived from my earliest
days friendless and utterly neglected.
Taras and Drigo spoke together in a
tongue unknown to me, and that gave me
an opportunity of looking at them more
closely. Taras was about 80 then, and as
have said fine, large man. There were
resolution and strength in his chin and
nose, but great kindness in his mouth and
clear, deep blue eyes. l could see then that
he was to be loved and feared as well. Not
SO Drigo. There was nothing to love in
his face. His deep sunk black eyes were
crafty; his mouth was brutal; his mus
tache was clipped, and bristling out added
to the ferocity Of the lower part of his face
Two front teeth were missing, and the rest
were black. His face was deeply marked
by the smallpox. That type of man was
not unknown to me.
II suppose we may wait here till the-the
bloke returns?" Taras said.
you ken if you like"
us he your father" asked Drigo, seating
himself on the bench facing the bar.
No"
"Your husbandt"
"No."
.'What then?'
whats that to your" I replied.
what is it to any one9" asked myself
as made my way through the bar parlor
to my former place on the balcony. what
does it matter to any one who am or what
Iamf A homeless dog would find more
friends than l.; drowning cat would get
more pity. What good am to any onei
What good is life to meS"
Such thoughts as these were passing
through my mind as lolled upon the sod.
den handrail of the platform, looking out
at the thick, dun water that sluggishly
Tapped the Shiny Sore. when feeling the
presence of some one l turned my head
and perceived Taras standing near with a
notebook and pencil in his hands He
had found his way out there by the pas
sage and was amusing himself by sketching
me, leaning against the wall, with his pipe
in his mouth. / thought he was taking
me off," finding something in my face to
ridicule like every one else, and turned
my back on him. Not that l minded
whether he made sport of me or not-I was
too accustomed to serve as the butt of
coarse jest and heartless sarcasm to heed
another shaft, more or less, even from one
who seemed less brutal than the rest
but had no desire to add to the amuse-
ment of my natural enemies.
do you mind standing as you stood Just
nows" he asked
earn ANY," I replied, turning on him
spitefully. Who dye think y're a-gettin
atf Dye think l don't know yer gamer
Dye think Pm going to stand for you to
make fun of me' I'm as ugly as sin and
not so pleasant-there y'are. know what
lam"
Ugly" be said. with an accent of aston
ishment.
YES, ugly. Else why do they call me
the kipper2'
1.-THE kpper' That is the fish with warm,
reddish brown color-the color Of your
hair"
No, it amt. They call me 'goldln sur
rup' and treacle' when they're gettin at
"a of my l,..fr 81, II
per because I'm so skinny and fat. They
can call me anything they likes to lay their
tongue to- don't mind, but | amt poin
to be drawed and stuck up for all the lot to
laugh at-not me!'
Just then | heard the front door omen.
and going into the bar met the bloke-
Putty was his name-who had returned.
He was all right-quite sober-for won
der. l gave him the money had taken.
and nodding at Drigo said:
These parties is a-waitin to see YOU"
He had not Yet noticed Drigo, who sat I'D
In dark corner watching him as if to find
out what sort of man they had to deal
with. Putty now examined him in the
same way, and then turning to Taras, who
had entered from the passage, treated him
to a long stare
"" "niie W hHo" ii YOU can let us nave
the Use of room for few nights" said
Taras.
For private purpose" added Drigo
rising, and dropping his voice as he came
closer said, with wink, "unbeknown to
outsiders, you understand"
Putty nodded, and addressing me said,
Hook it" as he took down pot and drew
himself some beer Taras gave me pleas
ant nod rs ] skunk out by the front door.
That altered my destiny. 1t was not an
uncommon thing for me to be sent out Of