The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1905-07-15
Meets AmaIqamated Copper.

broad marble staircase at the entrance
| Of the great Anthropy Plant, and
found himself in a splendid highway.
which he judged from the signs on the
| apmp posts at various street corners
was known as Aqua avenue. Further
along ne could see the pleasure seekers
| of Pigsburg driving and automobling
to and fro, up and down the broad and
beautiful Easy street, and the roar of
traffic on the highway beyond-Bond
| street-alOng which the trucks of the
| iron Pig moved in a steady stream.
| crooned softly in mis- ear. The lad was
much perplexed to know which way to
turn next, for as yet there is no def
| mite chart showing the ramification
| Of the highways and byways of Trust
| land and, to all intents and purposes
Jimmieboy was as thoroughly lost as
| ne would have been had he been sud-
| denly dropped from an airship in the
middle Of the Desert of Sarana.
Fortunately, however, just as his
perplexities began to trouble him most,
he espied, behaving, it must be admit
| ted, in very peculiar fashion, a great
|
plexion, and, not to exaggerate in the
least little bit, as big around the mid
| lie as the circular dining room table
| IN Uncle Sans house, where Teddy
sometimes entertained as many as u
other boys at once.
| Looks like a human balloon!"
bought Jimmieboy. But maybe
he can tell me where to go
next. I have known policemen intel
| iigent enough to do that"
So the little fellow started after the
| huge officer, but he found him Very
! nard to overtake, because every time
| lie got within speaking distance of him
me strange being would run as fast
is his legs would carry him and hide
either behind a tree or stone wall, or
some distant areaway.
| "Humph!" calculated Jimmieboy, as
re took in all these remarkable antics,
| That policeman is the most suspicious
hing I've seen in Trustland yet
| Wonder what he can be up to- There
seems to be no way of overtaking him
| perhaps the only way 1 can get hold
| # him is to smash a pane Of glass
| somewhere"
J Whereupon, Jimmieboy picked up a
stone ana hurled it through a pane in
| me of the lampposts, thinking that,
~ breaking one of the probale laws of
| Crustland, he could at least attract
he attention of the police and, in any
went, get a chance to ask his way out
| Pigsburg. Strangeto relate, how
| yer, the fat policeman, instead of
coming to arrest Jimmieboy, immedi-
| tn1x do cd Of l.; 30
ealment and fled like the wind down
oward Easy street, leaving the little
| elbow as much in the lurch as ever
t then occurred to Jimmieboy that
he only thing to do was to hide in
| me of the areaways himself and SIM
! ply wait for the chance of the police
I mans return. This he did and, peep
,ng out now and then, was pleased
| observe that his ruse was likely to
prove effective, for in about an hour
! lie caught sight of the timid officer
| iptoeing back up Aqua avenue, gazing
| now and then about him fearsomely as
| hough monentarily fearing an at
| -ack from ambush Shortly he mad
arrived directly in front of the area
way in which Jimmieboy lay in hiding
md, as luck would have it, he took
another sudden scare, vaulted the rail
md landed in breathless heap along
side of Jimmieboy.
| Mercy! Mercy!" he cried, scram-
bling to his knees and prayerfully ai-
| lressing Jimmieboy, and wringing his
| lands in terror.
! Mercy" laughed Jimmieboy, the
policeman looked so very droll. why
! don't intend to hurt you. / only
wanted to ask you a question"
| "Sure?' asked the policeman, his
| face lighting up with relief that Jim
nieboy was not an enemy.
| "Sure!" replied Jimmieboy. Il hid
n here only to catch you long enough
| o ask the way out of Pigsburg. I'm
stranger in town-just called on the
| ron Pig-and don't know the way
OUT
| "Ain't you the boy that smashed the
| pane of glass up there on the gas
| iamps?" demanded the policeman.
| Yes, am" said Jimmieboy. Il
only did it though to get you to come
up to arrest me-"
| I'VE don't arrest people for throwing
stones in Trustland," said the Police
man. I'VE just let 'em throw and don't
pay any attention to 'em. They soon
get tired of it when they find 1t don't
make anybody mad. I had an idea
YOU were a sort of emissary Of the
Tom Tom, and he's after me with q
sharp stick"
We'll, suppose he is?" asked Jim
mieboy. What are you afraid Of?
Amt you a policeman"
Yes, but you see I'm the famous
Amalgamated Copper, and I'm so cir
| cumferential around the middle I'm
afraid he'll puncture me. I can stand
a lot of whacking, but poke from
sharp pointed stick or pin, or even
4 pen, might puncture me so badly I'd
just sizzle all out, and I don't want
| to sizzle, that's ALL
VINO is this Tom-Tom?" asked
Jimmieboy.
"Oh, he's a chap we used to have
down here in Trustland to do odd jobs
around the place." said the Amalga-
mated Copper. Pretty useful fellow
in his day-one of the best pullers In
the business; but just because the
Grand Moguls Rugged him little too
tight one day he soured on the whole
outfit, and now he's gone into the trust