Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-28

are not much on the move. but are often
born and live and die within the limits Of
their parishes For several years after his
return to Washington he sent at every
Christmas time some little gift 10 the old
priest OF La Lfbertad. but. these
membranes were never acknowledged. no
concluded. after few years OF adherence
70 tnis custom. that the venerable priest
was dead and ceased sending the gifts
-Four days ago the Washington man met
that old priest looking lust about the same
as ne had looked ten years ago. on thu
boardwalk here In Atlantic City. OF all
places on the map of the world.
He was swinging along in his old tan
pongee coat and fappy black broadcloth
trousers and hat-crownea straw hat OF
Mexican make, carrying a btigy brown nm
brella OF the vintage of the early foriies
lusa as IL para6ing on the Boardwalk OF At
iantic City was the most natural and ac-
eustomed thing In the world for him to
be doing. The Washington man was clasp
Ing the old priests hand within Ave sec
onds after seeing him. and found that ha
was well remembered. Then they had din
ner together. and over the dinner the old
priest told how IL was.
How 1t Happened.
The dream of his life had come true-a
pilgrimage to Rome to receive the personal
blessing OF the holy father. little legacy
had been left him by one of his flock. and he
had made the long journey TO and from
Rome the ambition OF his life fulfilled He
had been about to start on the trip from Nav
York for La Isibertad when a New York
priest gave him a ticket to Atlantic City,
telling him that he would enjoy seeing the
most CHARACTERISTIC OF all the American
summer resorts. And there he was the
same kindly old man, eating his RoardwaIk
dinner TO the Groom Of violin and the hum
or harp, as much at his eass as IL he had
not spent seventy years in the remote in
accessible and unspeakable La Libertad
with no thought. four months ago. OF ever
getting away from there except BY the
process of dying
So that there is one feature of the Board
walk that has never been exaggerated and
that it Is Its almost uncanny cosmopolItan-
ism.
Young Alfred Vanderbilt. whose bank roll
is estimated to be almost anything up to
sloo0oo000. drove five coaehloads of ner-
sons whom he had never before met on Ave
successive DAYS from the Windsor Hotel to
the horse show at the Inlet at the rate of
- mead. To do this he had. in order to
appease the Busman's Union OF Atlantic
City. to take out busman's license at a
COST or twelve Smoleons and wear the bus
mans tin badge pinned TO his coat while
ne tooted the superb coach Venture with
It's spienoidIy matched quartet of grays to
and from the equine show. The mere lay
men who studied this thing were at a loss
to understand how young man who might
easily be doing so many more amusing
things could fetch himself to act as a bus
driver-even IL the bus happened 10 be a
well-varnished and handsome one-for a lot
or oamorous Founders with whom he had
no previous acquaintance.
Young Mr.. Vanderbilt was standing be-
side the ornate coach waiting for the last
dilatory passenger. on the last day of his
tooling stunt when large. fat, red-f faced
man, fitted with one of the most obvious
buns seen hereabouts for some time. tackled
down from the Boardwalk. examined the
coach approyingly with one eye and, with
his head cooked very much to one side. and
n -fRtTci ~
over to Mr. Vanderbilt.
Man and Coach Both Full.
z"Shon." he said. drawing a bunch of sill
yer from his change pocket. wash pricesh
ride t Atlantic avenue? Fifteen shentsh7'
naming the usual fare for common onnery
buses and Offering to deposit dime and a
nickel in AIR. Vanderbilts hand. The great
tooler. Of course. did not stretch forth his
hand for the money. But he said. with great
politeness:
This vehicle is for the horse show. and
the price OF the ride Is two dollars
Two bucksh. hey? Horsesh show-thash
tn gag. ish it?'' said the manifestly soused
fat man. Then he went into his trousers
pocket and pulled out bundle OF yellow
currency that would choke country caves
and. after sorting over alot of twenties and
tifties. he finally found s. note and ex-
tended it to Mr.. Vanderbilt
Noshin mean bout me when 1 wanna
ride" said the picked one. Me FIR tn
horsesh show. ] alwaysh wash bug on
horshes. at that
The coach is full" said Mr.. Vanderbilt.
politely.
''Oh. full. hey?' said the soused one
backing away and returning his mon
ely to his pocket. WELL sho'm 1 full
full as a billed carrier pigeon-and shay.
If your old coach ish half ash full ash [
am. 1t can't help me any; goo bye" and he
tackled back to the Boardwalk and tottered
into the comfortable depths of a passing
rolling chair. where he promptly went to
sleep. c. L. e.