Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1903-12-01
SHORT STORY FOR
EVENING HOURS
WHEN KINDLINESS WAS STRONG
TO SAVE

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It grew to be quite the usual thing
| In ID street whenever there was any
Quarreling or crying; and interrupted
| play. in short, to eXClaim: There he
goes! That's Eddie Blum again"
Eddie Blum. in the days when people
took time TO affect French. would have
been termed an "enfant terrible" In
this degenerate decade he was merely
called "a terror" which expression, II
may be said. amply sufiiced for his de.
scription. He was a fine, handsome
boy of five with beautiful glossy curls,
n well shaped head, a rosy. sunbrown-
ed complexion and bright. intelligent
brown eyes; 1.-the. perfectly formed
and characterized by a wonderful acti-
witty. That was just 1t. His activity
was his bano. As well say TO the sea
70 the boy, BE still"
Eddie. come here" Mrs. Blum
would command. She was. by the way.
a fine, matronly woman, from whom
the hoy inherited his handsome looks.
Eddie. Eddiee, do you hear"
To first command Eddie never re-
spOnded. Perhaps at the moment he
would be eXcavating the gutter. stand
ing on his head on cObbestOne or
lodging trolley car: under any Of
these circumstances too much Occu-
pied to Heed his mothers voice.
Mrs. Blum, who had something sta
| nlnnt uvith ha, uval
eloped figure and proud face, would
watch the child with, perhaps, a dawn
Ing anxiety in her dark eyes, and
would reterate:
Eddie, Eddie, come here and sit
down" To which. II Eddie responded
l"NO, ] wo-o-O-nt!"
Then Nr. Blum would try. Mr.. Blum
was a rough, sunburned man, whose
iunattraCtiye exterior was amply atoned
for by his gentleness with his child
and the respectful tenderness h,
showed his wife. Eddie" Mr.. Blum
would call, Eddie. come right here
yosr mamma wants you"
No reply from the active little fig.
ure gyrating at all sorts of angles.
Mrs. sEddie!"
Nr. Eddie"
III you don't come here this min.
ute" Mrs. Blum would exclaim, halt
starting up, but still retaining some,
thing of the statuesque, I'm send you
right in the house! Eddie, now come
this moment"
But instead Of coming, the little fig,
ure would be seen retreating in a Sc
ries Of fanciful curvetings to an &C.
compartment of Indian yells. Their
would Mrs. Blum, her dark eyes flash
ing wrathfully, turn to her husband
and calculate, Go and bring him back
He'll be getting in all sorts of mis-,
chief"
Mr.. Blum always obeyed his wife
Behold, then, the unwilling Eddie co.
faxed. dragged and carried to the shad
ow Of the maternal wing, filing the ali
with cries and lamentations for the
lspace of three minutes over the shak.
in in which Mrs. Blum's indignation
found vent.
Now, sit down there and be still.
she wouId say bumninp har unruIv sor
down on the stem beside her "Don'i
Won dare 10 stir-now Eddie" Fo,
Eddie with n wrigpIe which an 90
might spend his lifetime in acouiring
would ende her grosp and he off am
laway. upon which would ensue a rem.
etition Of imploring adiurations ant
Icorporeal suasion. ad minimum
Soto yoce IL was whIspered that
Mrs Blum was ANYTHING but cboic,
in her language. and thai Eddie baI
picked M SCRAPS of profanity from
her: so that she was avoided bv all
Mr.. Blum was more COMMONPLACE and
seemingly more respectable: but al
Mrs. Jones said to Mrs. Smith. It wa,
very plain that none OF them had beer
fused to a neighborhood so nice as tn,
one they now lived in. The resident.
Of d street were for the most par, me,
chanics In steady work, though uni