Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-08-25
Bob's Trust.
By EVERETT JAMES.


'eBob! Bo-o-ob! Robertr' 1t was mother
calling from the back porch. and Bob. who
had been cooking up a perfectly glorious
plan for the afternoon, left Roy White re-
luctantly and went to see what his mother
wanted.
Mother was standing on the porch
dressed for walk Bob, dear. I've just
had word that Mrs. Holbrook has been
taken very Ill. I must go to her at once,
she is all alone, and there is no one to
whom she can turn. You will take care Of
Rose, won't you, Bob? She mustn't go
outdoors. so I will have to ask you to
ans4se her in the house. And, oh. Bob, do
look after the kitchen fire. please"
She was gone before Bob could answer,
she was so anxious she did not even say
she was sorry that Bob would have to
give up his long-looked-for Saturday after
noon, which he could have all to himself.
All the spring there had been so much to
40 about the garden that he really hadn't
had a minute to do as he pleased in.- and
now that old Mrs. Holbrock had to go and
get sick just to spoil his fun. Mother was
always trotting off to take care of people
that didn't belong to her. He wished she
would consider his pleasure sometimes. He
went in and banged the door hard, and
helped himself to freshly baked heavily
sugared tumble from the big trayful on the
kitchen table.
Rose. who had had a long siege Of whoop-
ing cough (such a foolish disease, Bob
thought) was cutting out pictures at the
dining room table. She looked quite thin
and white for little girl named Rose, but
she looked up happily when Bob entered
''Hi. Bobby" she said in her jolly little
10 TO hn hfo
day. Hello. Muvver Bob!'
Bob had to smile. well, kidlet, what do
you want to do most Of all? Go on cutting
out pictures?"
mo I'm tired OF that. What I want to
do most. Is to write story for the Chill
dren's Page bout my Moses. You must
write it, an I'll tell you what to write.
She is the most cunningest kitten that ever
was. She does more funny things than that
kittie you read about last week" .-s-eSyF5
Bob went for paper and pencil. which he
put down beside Rose and Moses climbed
up beside her to see what was going on.
Suppose you begin the story while run
out and tell Roy that can't go hunting
with him this afternoon. Don't stir till
come back, will you, Rose2
''Oh a minute or two; you can write on
the paper. and don't get down out Of your
chair
'All right. won't, honor bright" said
Rose and Bob knew she always did what
she promised. especially when she said
''honor bright.
Its a plagued shame" said Roy when
Bob told him. Cant you tie her up some
how and come on for a little while?"
She's as good as tied up now, said
Bob, "for she's promised me not to stir.
'Hark! What's that?" asked Roy.
Both boys listened.
Sounds like a brass band, said Bob.
Lets just run down to the turn to see
what it is
Both boys ran to the turn. and far. far
down the road they saw a cloud OF dust.
They watched it for a moment. A circus!"
gasped Bob.
It was the first time in the lifetime Of
those two boys that a circus had come
to their little farming town. Bob and Roy
forgot poor little Rose. and tore down the
road to meet the circus. It was long time
before Bob remembered. Then his con-
science smote him terribly.
"Poor little kid he thought, II ought
to go back to her." But just then bear
began cutting up as II he wanted to escape
and all the animals turned restless and
there was so much excitement that Bob
forgot again. The circus had turned down
a long, level road, and Bob was quite
ways from home when he thought of Rose
again. 1t was getting late in the after
noon. and with great effort he turned
his face homeward. AS he looked toward