Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-08-15

Miller start. An angry light came into his
eyes.
Mother" he said, slowly will be back
soon. She had to go out"
There was long pause. The doctors
slipped out. Both nurses suddenly remem-
| bered that they had left something In the
| adjoining ROOM
| ''Did-did-did muv-ver dance with-the-
, king?'
| II don't know and don't care"
| Even before this sick bed the man was
not quite master of his anger. He had beg
| ged his wife not to go to court. In fit of
temper, not uncommon occurrence between
herself and the man she had married al
| most solely for his money, she went by her
self to join other friends at the palace. She
had been gone ten minutes when the child
had a serious relapse.
The fevered mind wandered The cause
of Joe Miller's anger, and even the anger
itself, made no impression upon this over
wrought brain of five years old. He was
now with his toys, his only playmates, for
the Millers had but one child. He wanted
his rocking-horse. With imperious gesture
Joe Miller demanded that it be brought.
Only the earnest entreaty of the doctors
prevented him from bringing 1t himself.
"Fardie!'
The cry betokened moments return to
consciousness.
In an instant Joe Miller was at the cot
and held in his arms the one thing in life
he loved. Hot arms circled his neck and
| smooth, burning skin nestled against his
rough face.
Listen. fardie" 1t was the confidential
whisper, almost into his ear. which comes so
naturally between children and those they
love- The doctors and nurses were stand
Ing near, anxiously waiting to reclaim their
| patient.
You mustn't forget, fardie''-the little
voice was quite weak-'buy me-that-that
motor car-you promised-you remember
| don't you, fardie-then me be welly good
| boy-and get quite WELL
| With that the nurses took him and the
| delirium returned. Joe Miller kissed the
| boy and went back to the study.
He threw open the window, The impasse
| of traffic had more or less disappeared. but
the fog had thickened. 1t faced him like a
| gelatinous wall, built up from the ground
| flush with the house, Opaque shutting out
| the world, yet sensitively reflective. As
figures creep out under the influence OF
chemicals from the white blur of a photo
| graphic plate in course of developing, Sc
| there slowly developed in this fogscare
with the window for frame, shadowy fig
ures not hard for Joe Miller to recognize
memories bitter for him to recall. He shut
the window hastily.
An overweight brain, nervous tension
and the cry of a child had unnamed him.
1t was absurd. Half inconsistency, half in
bravado, he reopened the window. And
again his thoughts and memories silhouet-
ted themselves in the fog.
A boy is dancing with girl in the reck-
less abandon BETTING a dancing resort in
the bdrDdTy coast OF san FRANCISCO
The eyes and mouth Of the girl tell tn eir
own tale; the boy is handsome, too. 1t is
no picture of youth and innocence; the sur
roundings forbid any such illusion. Yet
neither the girl nor the boy are half so bad
as the company they keep.
The film in the fog changes. The Pacific
ocean now beats up against a rough shore
Near by an old Mission" half hidden with
tall palm and cacti, the same boy and girl
are walking. The girl is saying, It never
thought you cared enough to come all this
! way to see me. Oh, Joe! I've cared for a