The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1905-05-14
CHAPTER VI.

Here we are, said Howe, Wnen, art
Ar brief walk they pasued before a
dingy three-story brick building. A sa-
loon flied with d rough noisy lot Of
customers occupied the first floor. Over
a street door opening upon a narrow,
dirty flight Of stairs hung a legend "a.
Sullivan. Boarding
This is our hash factory he added.
'eard as the master mechanic in charge
expects no cards, he will rush in where
health inspector seemingly fears to
tread.
suiting his action TO the word. he
coolIy proceeded up the black stairway
to the dingy. cabbage-laden atmosphere
above The disguised Gray stumbled
after him Thought Of the pure, fresh
mountain breeze waiting through a GER
tain long. cool hall, were unpleasantly
obtrusive. In the long. narrow hall they
paused From its far end came the
Jingle of tin. and the rasping growl OF
q coffee mill
Young man, advance" said Howe,
grandiloquently. II behold the throne
room of the descendant of Irish kings
brace up In one brief moment we will
be in the presence
They walked to the kitchen door.
Must have been a head-on collision
between d crockery and tin-ware shop
around here" whispered Howe, as they
looked over the disturbed room.
On the opposite side q broad back
forming the extreme of the human
division line between two vigorously
pEunging red elbows-was working over
a mass of dough.
The boys both looked their surprise.
"a Jumbo in petticoats," zgasped Howe.
in mock terror.
The great hands quickly filled a pan
with biscuits. then turning to place
them in the range her eyes fell On the
awaiting pair.
swift flash from the keen blue eyes,
then the grizzled brows met in the fierce
straight line of an incensed -1rilla. and
heavy masculine voice said:
-tWen!'
| Like the oft-quoted raven, only that
and nothing more but it was enough.
The captain from the quarterback &c
the pilot who has just grounded the
vessel on 4 charted rock: the general
to the aid who has lost the field map
or the superintendent TO the fellow who
| has forgot" use the same menace ir
hurtling words.
| For once Howe was dashed "Wha1
| are yS pair Oh duChS ociItS lii y
now before l throw kettle of hot water
| over yees,' was next hurled at them
| followed by a dash toward the kettle
| singing nerrily on the range.
| Howe backed toward the door, hu
John stepped forward, and with court
~ bow addressed the enraged despot il
quiet, even tones.
I'VE beg Your pardon, but finding n
one In tie front we ventured TO intrude
and would like TO get board with you
Can you kindly arrange to put us up2"
Nanny looked at the speaker In 81
Hence, then, as the flushed face darken
ed to a deeper hue, extended her han
saying. The boys says I'm a holy tel
ror, and I believe l am. Sure you ca
stay, and your friend. too, I wish I onI
had more like YOU"
John bowed with his best Virginia
grace over the dough-fiecked hand, sa
ing simply, II thank YOU.
Howe. recovering from his astonisil
ment, here advanced TO receive a heart
handshake.
Now, don't remember how I jumpe
you a minute ago; a red-hot kitchen o
: a July day with ten hungry villains roar
| irg for dinner. and no cook and m
: weighing over 300 pounds is enough
= drive saint to lunatic asylum. Whef
did YOU blow In from?'
! From Erie" answered Howe.
Il see you are a railroad man, IT