Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-09-25

But knew that my cause was won when
later. as we went intosfhe sherif's office.
he pinched my armgeatiy. saying:
$50 you managed TOT get through the
night without keepfHgvthe lisper awake.
Well, well, to think that you could have
dispensed with his uomtany."
Good morning. yeurs honor the sheriff
said as We enteredrhis office.
Good morning, JDhnS' said the mayor,
smiling blandfy as she1aheld out his case.
Wont you have cigar?
the sheriff said, eydfng the mayor with sus-
picion. the cigars withsthat half interest
the most Indifferent eonnoiSseur must feel
at the sight Of good weed.
PUT 1t in your poca< ct until you are
ready" his honor binsists, gently, az the
sheriff weakens and HiSolls out his hard.
Then. after q pauses wlsich Gives the sher-
if time to sniff the fragrant Havana:
I'm the matter of the gypsy woman, Mrs.
Hearne I think, John, we had better let
Mrs Hearne go back to her children.
TT is just you please, but TOR myself,
believe we should make an example.
There are too many gypsies coming our
way this sumner - -
1T may be So" said the mayor. gently,
Office across to the barred windows that
lighted the jejl; ut may be so. John. but I
think when we make our example We will
not take lone woman away from her chill
6ren We will take man, John.',
"Oh, it's just as you please said the sher-
me?'
'It comes from Cuba
The sheriff looked at his watch.
We'll, guess cam light it."
There was pause while the sheriff eyed
the cigar. Then he rolled 1t ref1ectively be-
tween his large hands, then he bit off the
eEd, accepting the lighted match extended
with very gruff thank you,' accompa-
MED by look which said plainly enough,
so this is your doing?"
For moment the smoke rose in silence
IT'S good cigar" said tine sheriff. He
pulled on. "A very good cigar" A smile
dawned upon his lips. 1t spread to the cor
eyes. To his chin. It wrinkled his fore
head.
II never tried better cigar. I beg your
honor's pardon. what was that about Mrs.
Hearne? You see, the old man she f1eeced
Is my wifes uncle, and 1 vas expected to
do all could. You see how IT isl
Tell your wife all about it,
And the mayor told the story.
why. my boy lisps," said the sheriff
letting the ashes rail- from his cigar where
they had chung Until it was half smoked
away.
my wife says she don't like it. hut I tell
you 1t just pleases me better than any
other kind of talk sWhy, you look here
say to her, he'll get over it long enough
before I wish he would. Boys grow up too
fast nowadays. You wait and see' He's a
sort of delicate child. wish you'd til
him off with you sometimes on Jour long
walks, turning to me. He plays too
much in the Jail yard. think He'd be no
trouble. Take him out to the gypsy camps
with you. 1t w'd do him world of good"
Now, about Mrs. Hearne," gently re-
mcnstrated his honor.
Why. by noon 1 guess she can go back
to her babies. I'm glad you told me about
those children. tn make it easier at
home. But, / say, think there'd be less
occasion for that old fool she played the
game on to talk If she'd just pack up and
60" IS
w.
by the Gods truth, young man." quoth
Mrs. Hearne, as We went down the
side street together, "it'n be a fine
present I'll make YOU when I meets
you again. And 4 my rom, when = he
comes back from California, will make
you another. I'll be going on today
if you think best, but ME and my fam
lily may be this way before long: l wants
to settle my score. with that old man; and
when we comes you shall know it."
Then on and over the river and down to
the lane.
Nanny! mammy!" piped the voices.
IT'S dreary. maminy!''
Il won't take anything rye" Mrs. Hearne
made answer. as she hitched the horses
before the van i'll which she packed all her
belongings. Mandy don't like the feel of
luvver when it comes from the hand of d
friend. We shall do we'll enough. But
thanks you kindly Tor thinking of it,.
layed grocery wagon turned into the lane.
Here's basket for you the boy told
Mrs. Hearne as he handed it out. Get
up. Sally!' he cried to his horse, and his
mission being done. he drove whistling
back to town.
There were tears in Mrs Hearne's eyes
The mayor sent it," 1 fastened to say
He told me he would, but thought he'd
forgotten"
Hes fine gentleman" Mrs Hearne
murmured I've seen worse gays than
this after alrs said'
18th got some sweth for nanny, sweth
the rye gave nth. Doth nanny wanth
them?" Queried the lisper. i'.-
Keep them yourself, dearie" Mrs
Hearne answered. Only give Willie some
and some to little sister" ~ 80. ',~..-
18th divide ith,'' sighed the Iisper with
the air of a martyr. -'~--~a'r' i,r'i'
Good luck, rye" Mrs. Hearne said, as
she leaned from the wagon to shake hands
The chauvies will never forger you, nor
will their dye. Kushto box
over the grass of the lane for space
followed space by the great elm trees
shadow, then. with a Juggling of harness.
rafting of kettles and wheels thp-ya van
turns out upon the high road and goes
slowly southwark. raising a white cloud of
dust as it passes away into the heat of the
sultry sun.
''Kushto bok,' say !, as I turn back to the
town. Good luck to Mrs. Hearne and her
chauvies.''