Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-10-08

act Wildly had put on skoits again, so dat
Orlando-de. yap!-would know her, and sho
was a summer goil for fair, all in white,
wit hat just from Paris, as Duchess was
telling me. Whiskers was gaily- gafly wit
her. He was a-saying nice tings to her and
passing her glass for fizz faster dan any of
her best young men, and l tink dat Miss
Fannie would have had a stepmamma II It
wasn't for our Kiddie-Chames Napoleon
Fadden-who has not yet went back to
school, He was as busy as real gent
swiping ice cream for little Fannie and Cd
der kids dat was dere. 1 had to chase him
out of de refreshment tent dozen times.
1t happened dis way: De orchestra began
to play. SO de tent was deserted. except dat
Whiskers aud Wildly comes In, and Whis-
kers tells me to give EN- some fizz ana
sandwiches. solved dem proper. and dey
sits down, Whiskers looking at me like ne
was giving me a bunch dat de outside air
would be good for me healt. chases out,
leaving 'em as comfy as two puppies In
basket. l looked around FOR kiddie, pc
cause he had asked me to let him have a
taste of fizz and when treatened to let
him have de back of me hand If he touch
ed anything but de lemonade, he looked ike
he had a plan of his own. L d1dnt see MN
anywhere so l links dat Duchess had sent
him up to de house. All of a student
hears a squeek. yell and a cry in de tent.
l didn't have to take a peek tof know dat
de voices had heard was WHISPERS, WILDLY
and Riddles. Well, dat Kid Is his ladder
bow. all right, so / guessed dat dere was
mischief to be squarred-but couldn't
guess what!
I chases back into de tent, and I near
died for wanting to laugh. Dere was
Whiskers, his whiskers raining champagn e
frot' and dere was Wildly, and p chee' her
front hair was a fountain of champagne.
Back of EN- bote. just coming-from under
de table where / had put de champagne TO
cool in a tub of ice. was dat son OF mine
wit a quart of fizz in his hands. him hold
ing it true on Whiskers and Wildly like he
had a garden hose and dey was de garden.
De bottle was still spouting. l didn' say
noting, for back of Riddle, him trying to
hide her out of de row, was Little tannle,
under de table.
/ taut it wize for me to get cue before
1 made a speech, and l got 1t quick from
Whiskers. Take dat brat of yours and
trun him in de Sound" he says, sputter-
ing, and wiping de fizz out of his eyes.
''Yes, sir" | says. winking to Kiddie to
get Little Fannie out of de tent witout her
being seen. Anything else, sr?'
"Get outi'' says he.
l got, but 1 seen dat Wildly was getting
over her sprize, and ready to laugh / col
Jared de two kids and takes Little Fannie
to her noisse, and our Riddle | takes to his
modder for a caucus. l tells Duchess what
a trick Kiddie had done, and says WASN'T
1t better for us to trun up our jobs before
we was fired.
Miss Fannie hires u.s. says Duchess.
mot Msieu Van Cortlandt. Wait until L
hear what notre cher enfant has to say
about de accident"
Well, our cher enfant says dat he seen
him and Little Fannie wondered what 1T
tasted like. Riddle says he would get
bottle and dey would see. Thinking dat |
was in de front of de tent he and Little
Fannie had sneaked in under de canvas,
back. Dey crawled under de table and
didn't Whskers and Wildly. Riddle
had seen me open bottles and he began to
twist de plug. and made such a circus Of
it dat de gas got gay and fired de plug out
mile Dat was when de fiZz shot out and
struck Whiskers and Wildly.
Hit 'em bote in de face?" / says, wink
ing at Duchess. You must whirled de
bottle like an Indian club, me son. to fetch
'em bote in de target"
81 didn't" says Riddle. 'Dere faces was
so close togedder dat de fountain hits EN-
bote."
When I sees Wildly she gives me tip,
and she puts her finger her lips and 1
tumbles and says, Not a void ma'am. Not
a woidi''
But Little Fannie must have told her
modder for Miss Fannie says to me:
what bright, clever little man your son
is. Chames. When he goes back to school
I want to give him big box of candy. It's
better for him dan champagne"
"Yes'm,' 1 says.
Whiskers went to the seashore de next
day.
Copyright. 1904, by E. W. Townsend)