Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-03-17

Sald long time ago:
Worth makes The man, and want Of it the
fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello"
! Ana Doth ends of his idea have received
practical demonstration at our house re-
Gently. Walter Winn was an example of
the leather and prunello" creature, and
when Dick announced that Mr.. Robert
Evans of Arizona was coming for visit of
week or more felt like asking leave Of
absence for an indefinite period. One Of the
bright spots in Dicks life was a summer
spent on the cattle ranch where this i'm
pending guest was then the foreman Now
ne owns the ranch in question, and is
"cowman,' instead of "cow puncher,"
which Dick Informed me made a blooming
lot OF difference" / inferred from Dicks
eulogies that Mr.. Evans was diamond in
the rough.
You'll be good to him. though. won't you,
Sara he pleaded. as he saw me frown.
You will like him. for he has a heart as
big as an OK. and he isn't half bad even If
he can't nurse cane in the latest fashion.
You know he saved me from a lot of pit
falls when l was west. He said he knew
that 1t would hurt my sisters to have me go
OH wrong. You See l had told him what
good sisters had"
And that settled it: Dick knows when to
use flattery. Mr.. Evans had been famil-
iarly spoken of as ''Redtop." The why of
this learned when 1 met him, which was
that evening. 1 was alone in the library
when they came in quietly that did not
know of their presence until Dick spoke my
name, and looked up to see what seemed
to me to be Paderewski's ghost.
I'm delighted to meet You ALL" said the
ghost, as 1t bent over my Aand in a way
that the French ambassador could not have
made more impressive. You amt no
strangers to me- he added. Il have
knowed you good while through Dick.
He's mighty proud of the females in his
family, and seem you. l amt got no call
to contradict him."
Now, could any diplomat have paid
greater compliment? l liked the man at
once. He seemed to have had a dreadfully
heavy diet of Congr. ssman Everett,s bad
grammar but his voice atonei for that.
1t was music itself He was not badly
dressed, but, like nine-tenths of the would
be modish men, he made the mistake of
wearing his long Prince Albert unbuttoned.
His trousers were beautifully creased, and
his feet were encased in real boots, with
preposterously high heels Dick says that
1t is not vanity, but business, that makes
a cowman wear high-heel boots. Indeed,
Mr.. Evans attire was quite the proper
thing. 1t was in the matter of his jew
elry that he was typically gorgeous. Three
solitaire diamonds shone on his shirt front
and fourth CLEANED from under his white
lawn tie-any one of them worth a Con-
gressman's salary for month. Diamonds
Shone in his cuff buttons and on the gold
buckle of his watch fob, while dangling at
the end of the ribbon was a huge oriental
amethyst On one hand-and / noticed
that his nails were beautifully kept, point
in which SO many men are sadly careless
cleaned big solitaire, and on the other a
gold snake with emerald eyes This dis
play of jewelry is. unfortunately. not con-
fined to men of Mr.. Evans type. But in
any case 1t is, of course, atrocious taste to
make such a palpable display of ones
money.
Our guest was tall and spare. and his
hair which was a curious golden red fell
in tangle of curls on his shoulders. 1t fas-
cinated me, and as l sat studying the
lights and shades in it, Mr.. Evans noticed
it.
said laughingly, as he ran his. fingers
through il. You see. it amt often l get
off the reservation, but 1 allow to tog UP
all proper while I'm soiou-nia Irjuns
have pinted theories concernin' hair, how
ever, and the duffer that wears it short is
set down as bloomin coward, and they
act according, which is calculated to make
things unpleasant at times. When the Signs
are right for my moccasin tracks to pint
TO the west again, | can shed the toys, but
l can't grow the hair in hurry, SO l have
to perfect my play that far"
l explained that hair Of that peculiar
color and curl was not often met with, but
that 1 had seen noted musician who had
its counterpart.
Just then the girls came bustling in from
the Moody and Sankey meeting Rose. in
Bloom, softly humming a strain of one of
the last songs. After the introluctions, the
conversation fell into commonplace chan
nels. Rose-in- Bloom went 10 :he piano and
/ heard her trying to play a passage of the
tune running in her head. over and over
again it wove itself softly in and out of the
conversation. in which Mr. Evans seemed
to have lost interest. Suddenly he went
over to the piano.
KANT you get it, little one!' hc asLed
as he laid his hand on her curly head. Got
a book? No? Well. maybe l can help YOU
My mother used to sing My .iin Countrie
to me when l was little kid. 1t goes this
way" And he sang line so softly that 1
hardly caught the melody.
20. please Mr. Evans. can you play 1t
for me?" asked Rose-in- Bloom eagerly. II
can't play very well anyhow. and l have
lost the book with it in. / can think 1t ell
right but it won't play right"
Il amt much of a musician IT. hut
reckon / kin pound out a sort of noise that
will do to go along with the song if you
want me to. Yes? Well here goes" And
with no more ado he sat down at our
| square grand. and while Rose-in- Bloom
watched him. he picked up The melody and
he sang the song that Mr.. ;5ankey has SO
often brought the tears with;
Il am far frae my hame, an I'm weary
often whites,
n v
Fathers welcome smiles
l have said that his voice vas sweet in
conversation, though l do not mean that
II was effeminate but in singing ii was
full of pathos that touched the heart with
a strange pain; / never heard anything Lin @
it before. Clear tender and full 1t fell on
the ear with vibrant strength that vas
wonderfully effective. Rich, hut without
culture, there was no sign of trick in using
1t. 1t strong and sustained when
ne sang:
I'm watchin'. aye an singin o, my hame
as | wait.
For the sounin' o His foot IA this side the
rowden gate"
One felt somehow that His good word
of promise that some gladstone CAV the
King. to His ain royal palace, his banished
home will bring" had been signed, sealed
and delivered in person. and that the prom
Use would be kept. Rose-in- Blooms face
was wet with tears when :he last strains
died away, and turning to .ne--fer we lad
face on my shoulder with sob. and echo
ed the feeling of each of US when she cried,
80, ii hurts So"
Mr.. Evans spraug up in disTnay There,
Kid1ie. don't cry. I didn't know I was
that bad. But. you see. my mother used to
sing it. and anything she done seemed good
to me. Now. if you could have heard her
she could sing the soul out of nightcn ga lie;
l ought to have knowed it would about
scare the life out of you for me to go a
shoutin' of it. I'm mighty sorry"
Rose-in- Eloom turned to him, and. with