Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-10-15

Yes. sir. 1 answered He went In the
store to get his mail, leaving the bag out
side. Who changed the pig for the dog:
and where is the pig? asked daddy. L did.
l told him. 1 couldn't miss the chance, and
1 put the pig in Mr.. IS pen.
We'll. it was little past supper time.
and / was hungry. and hoping that DADDY
would soon punish me if he meant to, and l
could get to the table, but the settlement
was not made that way. Here, you young
rascal, says daddy. get out old ROCKS Vne
horse described above), put bride on, put
no saddle, do you mind, not even pag.
Take this dog quitting it In the bag PACK
to Mr.. IS house and bring the pig pacK:
No supper for you tonight. young man.
OFF I started, and do what l could. old
Rocks continued his hard trot from the
time l left till l returned at nearly mio-
night. the only intermission being Wnen 1
delivered the dog and recovered the pig l
had ridden In all about sixteen miles, ana
you better believe that l had been SO
pounded and cut by raZor-backed ROCKS
that L would have regarded whipping WIN
a blacksnake whip as far pre1eraple. Anu
as for supper l could have eaten none nao
it been set before me. and for week up
right or horizontal positions dld Ior me
You may feel assured that in Whatever his
chief | engaged afterward, neither pig nor
dog were involved"
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The office in the Century building or MT.
Hugh T. Taggart. for many years assist
ant United States attorney for the District
of Columbia, closely resembled scene OF
rampage and riot for an hour or more sew
eral days ago. Mr.. Taggart was WORKING
at his desk when he heard threatening
whirr above his head. Instinctively ne
raised his arms to protect his head, anu
felt wings brush against his hands. Ea-
giles that carry off human beings, Vultures
and all sorts of things. except alrsnlps
that traverse the atmosphere occurred to
Mr.. Taggart Before he could decide on q
course of action there was a crash anu
big pile of law volumes tumbled over on
the floor More crashes followed. Inc
conclusion was thereupon reached that the
unwe1come visitor was bird OF prey, sure
enough The noise attracted several other
lawyers from adjoining offices in the build
ing and the party finally discovered that q
pigeon was responsible for the fright and
havoc. 1t required the combined and cease
less endeavors of several persons for fully
half an hour to eject the intruder. Mr..
Taggart then set about restoring order
from chaos.
A sporty-Iooking Individual with bibu-
| lous eye and cheeks which, like old Wouter
Van Twillers, seemed to have taken toll
| of all that had passed within the mouth
| stood in front of dairy lunch room up
| town yesterday His manner. was at once
irresolute and disconsolate. In one hand
he held pipe, newly purchased, which he
regarded with looks of dislike.
What's the natter" asked friend.
Why" he walled, everything Is gong
to pot. DIR. Wiley says that there amt no
more Scotch whisky, nothin' but creosote
and that 50 per cent of the whisky sold IN
clubs and hotels is fake goods. Then the
Treasury Department goes and takes the
label off of imported cigars, so that we get
stuck with suffers and there is no balm
in Gilead.
II guess it's buttermlk and a pipe for
mine" and with a deep sigh he went into
the dairy lunch room