Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-06-30

Uncle David, dressed in his finest clothes
and showing In his oddly contorted face the
satisfaction of great prosperity, battling
with the dissatisfaction of knowing that one
he had so loved had not lived to share his
elevation. He was rubbing away the mold
from the name which, by his own confess
sion. was the only one to which his memory
chung in sympathy or endearment. At his
feet lay an open basket, in which l detect
ed the remains of what must have been a
rather sumptuous cold repast. To all ap-
pearance he had foregone none of his an
clent customs; only those customs had
taken on elegance with his rise in fortune.
The carriage and the horses and most of
all. the imperturbable driver, seemed to
awaken some awe in the boys They were
still in evidence, but they hung back sheep
ishly and eyed the basket Of neglected food
as II they hoped he would forget to take 1t
away. Meanwhile the Gathering Of chains
against the harness, the paving of the
horses and the low EXPLANATIONS of the
driver caused me the QueereSt feelings. Ad-
Vancing quite unceremoniously upon the
watcher by the grave. l remarked aloud:
THE setting sun will soon release you
Mr.. Moore Are you going Immediately into
town."
He pafised in his rubbing, which was
being done with a very tender hand and as
If he really loved the name he was en-
deavoring to bring into palmer view. Scowl-
ing little, he turned and met me point
| blank with a look which had a good deal
of inquiry in it.
Il am not usually interrupted here" he
emphasized; except by the boys" he add
ed more mildly They sometimes ap-
proach too closely, but 1 am used to the
| imps and scarcely notice them. All! there
are some Of my old friends now! Well 1t
| Is time they knew that change has taken
place In my fortunes Hi. there! Hands
up and catch this, and this and this,' he
shouted. But keep quiet about 1t or next
year you will get pennies again."
And Ringing quarters right and left, he
smiled In such pompous, self-satis1ed
way at the hurrah and scramble which en-
sued, that 1t was we'll worth my journey
there just to see this exhibition Of COM
bined vanity and good humor.
Now go!" he vociferated: and the
urchins, black and white. few away, fling
Ing up their heels in delight and shouting
Bully for you, Uncle David! Well come
ffties."
Il will make 1t dollars If only live so
long, he muttered. And deigning now to
| remember the question had put to him,
he grandly remarked:
Il am going straight into town. Can 1
| DO anything for your
Nothing l thought you might like
| to know what awaits you there The
city Is greatly stirred up. The coroner g
| jury In the jeffrey Moore case has lust
brought in verdict to the effect that
s suicide t has not been proved Naturally.
"Ah!' he calculated, slightly taken aback
| for one so invariably impassive
And to whom Is the guilt of this crime
ascribed?' he presently ventured.
There was mention Of no name: but the
opprobrium naturally falls on Miss Tuttle. -
Miss Tuttle? Ali"
"Since Mr.. jeffrey is proved to have
been too far away at the time to have
fired that shot. while She"
II am following YOU"
Was in the very house-at the door OF
! the library In fact-and heard the pistol
| discharged. II she did not discharee n
herself-which some believe notably me
| district attorney. You should have been
| there, Mr.. Moore"
He looked surprised at this suggestion
! II never am anywhere but here on the