Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-04-21
WRITTEN FOR THE STAR BY HILTON R. GREER.
Copyright, 1906 by Ruby Deuglas.)

Ever since a certain eventful night that
marked a turning point In his career, Tom
Walker had unEesitatEgly given the devil
his due.
Il owe him" he often asserted. shame
lessly. my greatest happiness in llte'
Now. Walker wasn't In league with his
satanlc majesty-not by any means. The
particular devil to whom he declared MIN
self indebted was of a very human sort,
after all. and exhaled in passing. -inste1d
Of b1imstony oder, the weH-dehned
aroma Of cheap cigarettes.
He was a Cearfully and wonderfully m ide
devil In the matter of feet, mouth ana
frecI,les nature had been decidedly gener-
Gus with h.m-not to say lavish. But MS
hair was his crowning glory, verita6ie
cansheaf OF violent color. 1t surmounte1
his rugged anatomy with shaggy shock
of a hue that was-well, utterly indeScripa-
BILE.
T,ta Ce,iTs first appearance before the
Recister force was on a sizzling August
afternoon when the mercury in the ONCE
thermometer stood dangerously near the
ninety mark and threatened every minute
10 knock the top of the bulb ceiling ward
Alternately the boys mopped persplrdtloh
and sWore under their breath.
"Happy" Ingram of the sporting page
had lust made "a desperate stab at hufnof:
This is the limit he declared II
turn in my resignation tonight and wFe
Walter Welman that III so help him ma
the north pole
Better not. Happy advised Graves,
the telegraph editor. Just stay here ana
grow accustomed to this. It's merely
foretaste Of what's coming TO you mere
after. All that's really needed now 70 give
the situation finishing touch is
THE devilr' announced Walker with
sudden and explosive vehemence.
Walkers eyes were glued ON the office
door.
Following his gaze, the others were trans
fixed with establishment For there, hat In
hand, his physiognomy slit with an expah-
sive grim and his hair framing his Iace
with flaming aurora boreals, stood t1e
most striking personification OF impish-
ness that ever crossed an editorial TIRES
hold
"Whee-eer' whistled Ingram. Just the
finishing touch that Graves was wishing
for If he amt the devil, he's certainly the
old fellows grandson. Come up by the not
airshaft. young Luciferg
Nope, Walked up" grinned the new
conner, with cheerful audacity. Jimmy
Jones got him a better job an 1 came TO
see II couldn't take his place here
THE devil. sure enough" circulated
Happy" What's your name, kid?'
Boys call me Micliy."
Holy smoke. how appropriate! Wouldn't
he make a star mascot for the White Sox
though? Say. fellows. amt he prize?'
Coleman came to the new devils rescue.
"Trot downstairs. Micky," he directed,
"and ask for MCElreath, the foreman.
Maybe he'll put you to work"
And McElreath evidently did for none
Of the force saw Micky again until the
next night, when he appeared with no
era smudge of ink obScuring his freCkles.
And so IT happened that the new devlIs
name went on the Registers payroll, ana
that he in time became as familiar an oo-
ject as the office cat. The remarks aimed
at him We're often sharp with tabasco but
he submitted to chatting with a grinning
resignation that gained him the good will
OF the entire gang. Walker especially man
Tested a friendly interest in the boy, ana
that's how Micky came to dorhim a good
turn just when he needed il most.
Unknown TO the rest of the boys, Tommy
Walker was in desperate straits. Two
months before the new DEVILS arrival upon
the scene Of action he had done the most