Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-08-19

your legs: won't Sop all over You now.
Tomorrow I'll get you a better rig yet"
1 thanked him very much for his many
kndnesses, but he said it was no trouble
at all, and that he took to me- the min
ute he tasted that cold water. He had been
drinking out of his tank before that, and
the water was both warm and dirty. He
told me never to walk again as long as he
ran an engine there, and L assured him I
never would.
whats your name?" he asked: eff we
are going to be partners, don't want to
be always calling you Bub''
Frank Odell, sir
And mines Dave willoughby. Call me
Dave; I don't like people to call me Mr.. and
say sir every other word; l amt used to
it. Did you ever ride on an engine before,
FRANKIE
"Oh. yes; often. My fathers a locomo-
tive engineer
1.-The dickens he is: where does he run?'
He don't run anywhere now: he bought
a farm up here on the ridge. That's how
we came to be here"
oh. no! I see; quit railroading to go
farming, hey?"
"Wel-no, not exactly"
ooh, of course, l understand; the quit
same's all railroaders do-at the companys
request"
mo, not that either and then told him
just how father lost his job.
Bully for HIM" he exclaimed eagerly;
Hes got sand. That's what l like to see
in man: when he knows he's dumped. let
him get out, man fashion, an not whine
mon sense ought to teach him it's no use.
Why don't he come down and see feller?"
l told him father was pretty Well dis
gusted with railroads and everything be-
longing, to them.
Don't blame him. said he Its
mighty mean business, and it's getting
meaner every minute"
l invited him to come up and see us, and
he did, he and father becoming fast
friends
1 called on Carrie that evening. and she
and her mother rejeiced with me at my good
luck. Carrie said If I'd introduce her to
MI Nllloughby, she would kiss him for
his mother, which I thought very disgust
ing.
;, Next day; Dave produced yoke. which
ne had made for me. with a strap hanging
down from each end, to which was at
tached hook, to hook onto the pail With
the yoke across my shoulders, my arms
l could have carried kegs of nails easter
than did pals of water before
On our last trip home that day, Dave
Don't you know any place here wbera
L could get board, Frank: I'm sick of Nv
ing IN the shanty, and eating contractors
grub. ! amt used to that style. 1 always
lived at home till my wife died a couple
OF years ago; since then I've had TO board,
ana l always like to get with a private
family if 1 cam
pie are not used to taking boarders round
here, there's never been anybody here TO
board. but perhaps some of them would,
If they thought there was anything in IT y
I'd be willing to pay IS a week. but
wouldn't want to live on boiled salt pork
and corn bread I get enough of that
now" ~
we have no accommodation for board
ers at our house, said I; but I'll INQUIRE
round, II you want me to-"
He said he wished I would I took the
road that would take me past Mrs STAN
woods. She was ironing at an open win.
dow, and I couldn't help thinking there
was something wrong, when she had to
work SO hard and such long hours for g.
bare subsistence, while I, a big strong bow.
could earn a dollar a day so easily
l wished could help them in some way
Then I thought of Dave. What an ideal
boarding place the widows would be- I
was sure Dave would like 1t, and Carrie
and her mother would coddle him to death
preached the subject at once lauding
the engineer as one Of the incest men I
ever knew. He'll pay So week." said I,
but he don't want to be fed on salt pork
and corn bread"
Five dollars a week! Why, that's over
$50 month. Good land. could do lots
of things with that" said Mrs Stanwood
as her eyes sparkled with pleasurable an
ticipation. Carrie entered from the garden
in time to hear her mothers remark, and
asked at once for information.
I thought she seemed entirely too enthu.
siastic 20, do, mamma; do take him,
won't you?" she coaxed. I'll put fresh
bouquet in his room every day"
(To be continued). II