Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-05-05

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At the end Of an hour the dryness of the
subject had impaired thirst to him which
water couldn't quench. And there was
nothing else to be had. Bangs was liberal
in every other way. but he would not
hear Of mixed ale or any other delete-ious
beverages. He had given his man James
strict orders to deny Paddy all such things.
Paddy had not suffered from this abstin-
ence until he encountered Brown. He was
quickly convinced that he would never
understand Brown. but he believed that
with the aid of pint of beer he might be
able to endure him. He had some money in
his pocket. but he dared not go out, for
fear that James would tell Bangs.
I've got to rush der growler," he said to
himself I'll die IL l don't"
In desperate emergencies such as this
there is always a means of salvation il one
will only seek 1t. Paddy sought and found.
There was a large ball of cord in the room
and an ordinary, small coffee pot which
had once been used when Bangs was sick
in his rooms. This had been. thrown into :,
cupboard, where ii had sustained serious
injury. But 1t was still water-tight. Paddy
put some money in IL and lowered ii out OF
the window at the end of the cord. By and
by boy came along. Paddy stuck his
head far out of the window, SO that James
could not hear. and bawled his errand 70
the boy. The experiment worked well and
Browns Introductory remarks seemed
somewhat more lucid afterward. There
after Paddy mixed Brown and beer in the
proportion or a pint to page, and when
Bangs returned the beer at least had found
its way to Paddy's head
He was asleep, with Brown for a pillow
and the empty tin beside him.
CHAPTER ".
1t was evident that Paddy OToole, who
had been accustomed to an active life
would not thrive without exercise. There
fore Bangs was in the habit of playing ball
with him on vacant lot in the Back Bay
district for two hours every day in the
week.
The result of this practice more than con-
frmed Bangs original opinion. Paddy. as
pitcher. was certainly a wonder. How ne
had learned the art was a mystery to
Bangs, and no less to Paddy himself He
said that he had picked 1t up" Well
genius Is always a mystery. How did
Shakespeare learn all he knew or Archibald
Clavering Guncer write Mr.. Barnes OF
New York;
Paddy had the speed Of a cannon ball
and curves and shoots that would have
n ade boomerang thrower abandon his
weapon in disgust.
1t was near the close of the fourth week
tege were taking their customary practice
in the vacant lot. The young man from
Yale was catching Paddy's remarkable
curves. He stood with his back to the
street, and he was a very busy man. Tc
face Paddy IN such a pastime required
about all the attention that any one man
could give. Suddenly Bangs heard his
name called from the street. He turned
and saw a handsome carriage beside the
curb. and in IL were Mrs. Lorne and her
daughter.
1t was Florence who was calling Bangs
jumped over the low fence, and went tc
the side of the carriage.
Il couldn't help calling to you," cried the
girl. you can understand how delighted
/ am to see you
She paused as If trying to select an ap-
propriate phrase.
Me, 1 hope" said Bangs, laughing