Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-08-25

a heap fatter. too What's become o. yr
raw-ooned brother? What you dom here?
Just nosin' around?
cheerful. wasn't it7 bucked up as
pest could. though, making allowances
Tor the old mans testiness due to increas-
ing age. and told him that I'd just dropped
, y, town on my first visit since quitting
ie twenty-five years before.
Come { think of it, said old man Glib
son. the groceryman, then. I read in the
paper rev years ago. bout Teller o. your
savins bank while actin as cashier.
Wa'ant You, was it?'
Il told him hadn't been arrested. and.
again pretty much down in the mouth,
began to back away. Before / reached the
porch steps, however. old man Gibson re-
membered something.
Say. he said. 'mebbe you don't know
me two dollars an eighty-five cents? Ef
you don't know, I'm a-telin' you An
mebbe you'll tell him, hey?'
That got me going a bit My dad was
punctilious, sometimes to the verge of fool
ish Observation-Disclosures. in money mat
tiers. told old man Gibson that II my
father had left the place owing him 50 ~ he
had unquestionably overlooked the bill 1
added that my father had been dead for a
good many years. Then 1 paid old man Glib
son the s2.S5. He took II without batting
an eye. and left the old grocery store with
considerable heat gathering under my neck
band.
Jim Garvey's Brother.
Block or so away heard a man on the
sidewalk hail a man leading horse in the
street as Garvey.' yalked over to the
Say said to him. you're not Jim
Carney. are your
I'D been an altar boy with Jim Garvey
back there. and Jim. I recalled. was a red
head. Just like this man heard hailed as
Garvey.
"'What.th' helrs that t your he growled
at me. and then he clucked to the horse he
was leading and passed on down the road
Partner. said the man whose hailing OF
the red-head as Garvey had caused me to
remember Jim Carney, you jes nachully
got In some bad there. That amt Jim Gar
vey. That's Bill. his brother. jim he was
nuns rr train robbery an murder along
with 1t down in Arkansas ten year ago. an
Bill. he hates t have anybody mention Jim
t him. he sure does.
Never Been Any Hard Feeling.
my visit to my boyhood home wasn't
banning out very big. could see that, but
l determined to hunt up Dick Mccormick.
anyhow. Dick had been my sure-enough
boyhood pal He'd served mass on the al
tar with me. too. and we'd had many a
sttn smuggling bee outside the sacrlsty
grounds over the point as to which of us
would serve on the right side OF the altar.
though there'd never been any hard feel
Ing Yes / sure must hunt Up Dick 1
thought-and / did.
"Dick lived down close to the river en-
bankment, in q two-room wooden lut that
was only kept from falling down by Dis
creetly placed clothesline props. Dick
hadn't yet washed the coal mine dus. from
his face. nor. indeed, taken the coal miners
lamp out of his hat when 1 got there. He
was working on the middle shift in The
coal mine-1ust plain pickman-and ne
was just getting In from work.
Hello. there. Dick, I said. I'm Club
Observation-Disclosures how We used to play
hockey and scrap for the best altar posi-
ton and all that?
Nav, don't remember nothin',' replied
Richard. with great promptness and chop
piness. I amt got nothin in common with
no fat dudes-whatcher game aroun' here.
anyhow
Just then an extremely fat red-raced
woman in a calico wrapper with the sleeves
rolled up showing her fat, red arms covered
with soapsuds came to the door.
Sweet Mary Monahan.
IAN is 1t Chubby Comeback, did 1 hear
you sayT she inquired of me. with a sort
Of CHEEKY sheepishness. An don't ye re-
member meT
IT confessed my fault there, and she
looked still more sheepish.
Sure an am Mary Monahan that was
she said, "a now I'm Dicks wife, and she
actually put a fat finger to her lip and tit
tered at me.
'Whew! My sweetheart of the gone
time, that same Mary Monahan-as pretty
a little slender girl then ever I saw make
her first communion with a wreath around
her head! I'd carried her books for her to
and from the parochial school, had gathered
wild roses for her in the woods. had sworn.
at the age of ten, to become a pirate and
swoop up the Big Muddy and carry her OF
to the Spanish mainland here she was, go
pounds of her, red paint, toothless at
forty, with a little wispy wad Of hair at
the nape Of her neck. a hut slattern. and
ones, all of them boys. and nearly all OF
them working in the coal mine.
IT don't remember much about my get
away from the McCormicks, but know
that Dick didn't attempt to detain me.
But had enough. Word of my presence
in town had got around, and l met a num-
Der of tough-looking louis on the way to
the hotel They came up to me and identi-
fed themselves to me as old schoolmates.
and then limited around for booze. I blew
them at the hotel bar. Then 1 grabbed my
suit case got into a hack. was pulled to
the station and took the first train for st.
Louis, which happened to be local that
chewed up sixteen hours on the trip.
"Henceforth, when the orchestra is Groom
ing that out-in- the-snow music, / won't be.
come gulpy and think of my old boyhood
home II do think of 1t, I'll laugh. And
that won't be right. I sure am sorry that
| ever yielded to that hunch."
A Hotel for Women.
From the New York Post.
Trowmart Inn, a hotel which Is to be