Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-09-06

eral years before his son had managed to
creep very far up the ladder in Braddock.
John, by means of a livery business and a
farm. got together a comfortable sum for
use in his declining years; so now he di-
vides his time between his home and read
ing the papers in company with Host
O'Donnell, seated on the latter's roomy
porch
John Schwab is sixty-five years old, but
his six feet of spare body remain as straight
as an arrow and not a gray hair shows in
his black hair and beard He is of few
words and inclined to be taciturn even with
his best friends He attained his education
by experience and has allowed himself to
be FURNISHED by occasional journeys into
the world. He Is a devout Catholic; some
representative of the church can nearly al
ways be found under the Schwab roof.
The mother is the opposite of her hus-
band. She is typically German. Her fig
ure is short and stout, her face round and
full and her complexion and hair fair She
is exceedingly affable. The villagers say
that Charlie takes after his mother in
everything except his nose which is prom
inent, like his fathers. All the other chill
dren-Mary. who took the veil years ago,
and Joe and Gertrude-are more like their
father
The parents are averse to talking about
their famous son. They look askance on
every stranger who knocks at the door of
their comfortably furnished house. Mr.,
Schwab says that of course he is proud of
his son and his success. Mrs. Schwab &C
QuieSceS, but says no more. They never have
expressed themselves further than this to
their neighbors, nor will Gertrude, the sis
ter. talk of her brother, for whom she often
acts as secretary. He has asked us to say
nothing" they explain.
He'd Rather Have the Appetite"
The only Schwab who will say anything
about Charlie" is will" and he says lit
tie. ''Will'-christened William C.-is a
tall, thin, hollow-cheeked man, who believes
| in taking life easy. He lives In a little
! frame house next to his store which Is
| stocked with groceries worth, perhaps, $500.
| The success of his old crony has aroused
no envy in his ! art. On the other hand,
| he is quite contelted with his lot. He says:
What do 1 think of Charlie? Charlie
has millions and no appetite. L have a lit
| tie grocery store and a good appetite I'd
rather have the appetite
Among the SchWabs there is a strong
bond of appre citation. Between the Schwahs
and their neighbors there is a strong tie of
friendship. and the townsmen and adjacent
farmers do not hesitate to flock to Charlie
Schwabs house whenever they feel like it.
Last Fourth of July Schwab heard that
Carpenter James Beck, Farmer Rudolph
and his hands the storekeeper of ON
niferous fame and all the rest were coming.
| So he sent to the city and got bountiful
supply of all sorts of fireworks. He also
served refreshments that Paddy Moran de-
scribes feelingly as simply iligint."
| To "Paddy's mind, however, the foot
races were the best thing of the whole
| evening.
| The way they began was this" says
| Paddy" Two farmer lads went up to
| Charles man that they call a butler and
says Can you run some?
| ~ can that says the butler I'm fine
sprinter,' he says.
Then the boys go to Charlie. Your but
| Ter says he can some, they says.
- Does he? says Charlie; well if he can
beat you boys I'll give him 500 he says.
so the butler has to get out and run.
Charlie gives him a good start on the
| lads and then yells go. They lickety split
fit to kill down the road through Charles
big yard. with Charlie yellin' like mad at
his man to run harder. But twas no use
The lads run the butler off his feet and got
the money.
Charlie" and "Pappy" Race.
| But you should have seen the race be-
! tween Charlie and his father John Twas
| a sight I'll never forget. I can beat you
runnin'. pappy.' says Charlie.
| All, go on, Charlie says the old gen,
| teman.
| But 1 can. says Charlie three times
| round the house
Done says the old gentleman. and they
| pull off their coats.
| Co yells somebody. and off they go
| everybody cheeTin like mad Hurrah fol
| Charlie! shouts some one. and Beat hin
John shouts others. Well, they run twice