Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-30
JT HE MADE CONSIDERABLE PROGRESS HERE SAID MANIC

waiter. Bobby. He looked most unhappy.
His dignity was tottering to a fall and yet
he wanted to stay and see the thing through.
Duty triumphed. He tore himself away.
Our Texan was disappointed. He liked
that head WATERSHED he had an expression
a good deal like that of friend of his who
was shot in little card table difficulty
last fall. Nothing could make a muscle Of
Jacks face CULVER, he added.
The head waiter being gone, he finished
his story for my benefit The niger and
the Chinaman stole him blind, Bobby, but
they certainly did make him comfortable
while they were doing It,
They would do Notwithstanding Bill.
They fell over each other TO wait on him.
Then. when he want away, they fell over
each other running for loot. John worked
harder but Sam was smoother. The niger
generally got there first, but the Chinaman
was thorough, when he did arrive. Bill had
the finest driving horse in that part of the
country Sam used to hitch up that horse,
the moment his masters back was turned
and take his dusky damsels driving. John
went one better. He couldn't get the horse
as often as Sam did, but when he did get
him he took the horse and blackboard out
TO the darkey camp meeting, two miles from
town, and hired them out at twenty-five
cents a drive.
He was thrifty. that Chinaman I hope
you are interested, Bobby"
'Absorbngly interested. 1t strikes me
that for once in a way man is starring
and you are only leading lady. It's re-
freshing. Your plays aren't usually cast
that way"
Look at Bernhardt in Roxane! I, too.
can be noble. l dare say, though, that she
thinks LAiglon' and Hamlet are dramas
greater than 'Cyrano.'
Wei, to go back to domestic affairs in
the shack. Bill finally got hot and fired the
whole shooting match. That's the way he
put it.
After they had gone he said I found
there wasn't much left. 1 hadn't stitch
of clothes except what l CHANGED to be
wearing. II was big luck that l happened
to have on coat that day, STILL you
ought TO have niggers here. These gentle
men with sky-blue upper lips don't know
the game.
He was beautiful Bobby. wanted to
buy him, so that could take him out and
play with him whenever life grew dull. One
would need a strong box for him between
whites, though.
Il smiled on him-my very best smile"
Poor, lucky beggar," commented Bobby,
paradoxicaIly.
Il urged him on. I've never seen any
thing so untrammeled, so sublimely uncon-
scious as that Texan. He hadn't an idea
that he was attracting attention I ex-
pected him to make breaks about the din
ner. He didn't. He took the weird French
connections as calmly If his darkey and
| Chinaman had served them to him every
day down in the Texas shack There
wasn't even touch of awkwardness about
him. He would sit down at a royal table
with cheerful unconcern. I'm sure Of It,
IT'S fine Bobby-that vigorous, direct
manhood that looks, clear-eyed at life, and
sees only the realities. ] wonder II it takes
broad horizons and broader freedom to
make such men. DO we raise them here,
between brick walls?"
we breed the strength and the sincerity
here sometires-never the freedom, said
the man who came often and Nancy missed
the smile from his voice.
There We're times when the Bobby whom
she leased suddenly grew up and made her
feel very young and foolish. She never
encouraged the pose. but in her heart she
liked It. The normal woman will look up
to q man, even If she has to sit down in
order to do it,
Still. being woman. Nancy tackled, and
bore away from seriousness.
I'VE took him to the theater" she went
on lightly. Tie kept quiet while the cur
tain was up, but between the acts he enter
tanned every one within six rows of u.s.
HE didn't rave over the star She
couldn't hold candle to ne-in fact he
hadn't seen any one who could, He thought
I'd like Texas. The prettiest girl in Wahoo
had miles of cow ponies hitched in front
of her place every evening, and she couldn t
even be entered in the same class with me-
subtle, wasn't It? And yet. Bobby.
somehow or other 1t wasn't banal or yul-
gar. He said I was pretty just as he
would have said that grass is green or
that skies are blue.
Il knew he believed what he said. and,