Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-10-11

his head inside long enough to practice a
few sincere smiles and then stuck it out
again. whats the trouble" he inquired
in near enthusiastic tone.
mo trouble at ALL" replied the spokes-
man of the three hundred. Were all
going to Hagerstown for the big fair. But
as our train doesn't leave until nearly 8
o'clock we thought you people might want
US to look through your train and tell US
few things about Greater Washington"
What would you folks at home have done
at critical moment like that? Really. I
fear even to give a guess. But l know
what we did. Mr.: Heron smiled. That Is,
he meant it for SMILE until his lips crack
ed with enthusiasm and chappiness.
Then he told them. I wonder yet how he
managed it so sincerely. that we had all
been lying awake during the night hoping
that an early morning delegation would call
upon US. and that If they'd wait moment
the train would be opened up.
Victor Becker Played.
And it was OF course, there was some
general conversation while the prelimina-
ries were under way. 1t was not the sort
Of conversation that I'd expect to hear
around a tea table or at church social,
but it warmed the interior of the train
through in no time and made dressing
much more pleasant than 1 believed possible.
And, strange to say. Mr.. Heron, who. by
unanimous consent after that performance,
was given the title of Missionary-in-ch1ef,
wasn't even wounded during the excite
ment; the three hundred saw the exposi-
ton cars, too and seemed to enjoy it-they
enioyed 1t more than l did I'm willing to
wager l dressed in the sweet and simple
manner of fire engine horse. and some
Of the harness that fell on me must have
missed connections l know that In one
Joyous moment l counted nineteen sepa-
IA ANATOMY where
dawn breeze played freely and happily, I'M
hampered by rags or raiment of any de-
scription. Honestly, folks. hate to tell the
rest of this-twas like getting money from
ing of your last years vest. We sold
things, lots Of things, at that fearful and
wonderful hour. Il can't look around any
longer" said one overloaded and bewhis-
kered Harpers Ferrian to Tom Cross of
Golden & Co. but send me about 500
pounds of hams. I'm sorry the train pulls
out so soon. for I'd like to look al piano
and at the word Victor j. Becker. the
Cricket on the Heart Uhe Victoria Cross
should be his for this). sat down at his
Bradbury in pajamed frigidity and played
something spasmodic from Chopin but the
bewhiskered native didn't buy a piano. He
was long on money and short on time. The
call of the Hagerstown fair had come down
the wind, and the 5:55 train had whistled
for the Ferry station. but he collected. as
did most of the other of the gallant and
early-rlSlng tnree nuNQreU, many POUNDS
of missionary literature and departed load
ed to the guards with heated air concern
Ing the big Idea.
Houghton's Big Order.
Yesterday at Winchester and Charles
town it was just as cold it is this min
ute, but the news of the Hagerstown fair
wasn't abroad In the land consequently
there were no opportunities to spiel in the
chill and gray of early dawn. but there
were no complaints on this score. Good
business was done at Winchester, not q
single one of the travelling men falling to
land less than one good order, and the
usual ton or so of missionary literature
setting forth for the education of the un-
initiated the glories and the grandeurs of
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