Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-16

oers Sss says s. I'm committee Of one to re-
oh that's it. eh?' says he. I've get 'enl most
every week. LII see that you have pass to over-
haul the empties.'
After Id peeked into about a dozen box cars,
and dug up nothin' more encouraging than couple
of booty boes, l begun to think my calculations
was all wrong. l was Just slidin' another door
shut when | notices bundle of somethin' over the
far corner. had half a mind not to climb in; for
it didn't look like anything alive, but l takes a
chance it for luck and the first thing hears is
growl The next minute | has Togo by the collar
and the kid up on my arm. 1t was Gerald, all
right, though he was that dirty and rumped
hardly knew him.
He just groans and grabs hold of me like he was
afraid l was goin' to get away. Why, the poor
little cuss was so beat out and scared couldn't get
word from him for half an hour. But after awhile
l coaXed him to sit up a stool and have bite to
eat, and when I've washed off some of the CRIME,
and pulled out few spnters from his hands, we
gets train back. First off I thought I'd phone
Mr.. and Mrs. Greene, but then l changes my mind.
We was half way back when Gerald looks up and
says, " You won't take me home will you?"
What's the matter with home, kid?' says l.
WELL says he, and could by the struggle
he was havin' with his upper lip that it comm
out hard mother says father isn't nice man, and
father says | mustn't believe what she says at all
and-and-I don't think l like either of them we'll
enough to be their little boy any l don't like
being stolen so Often either
Yes, says she he. You see when I'm with father
mother IS always sending men to grab and
take off where she is. Then father sends men to
get me back, and-and l don't believe I've got any
real home any more. That's why l away.
Wouldn't your"
KID" says 1, Il amt got word to say
He too tired and down in the mouth to do
much conversin', either All he wants to do is curl
up with his head against my shoulder and go to
sleep. After he wakes up from his nap he feels
better, and when he finds we're goin back to my
place he gets quite clipper. All the way waikiki
up from the station tries to think of how it would
be best to break the news to him about the grand
household scrap that was due to be pulled off the
minute shows up. | couldn't do it, though, until
we'd got clear to the house
Now, youngster,' says I, there's little sur
prise on tap for you here, l guess. You walk up
soft and peek through the door"
For minute 1 thought maybe they'd cleared
out, he still about it, SO | steps up to rubber
And there's Mr.. and Mrs. Rutgers Greene
sittn on the sofa about close they could get
her weepin damp streaks down his shirt front, and
him pattin' her back hair gentle and lovn.
Turn off the sprayer!' says l. " Here's the kid!.
Well, all mixed up for the next few min
utes. They hugs Gerald both to once and then
they hugs each other, and if / hadn't ducked Just
as did amt sure what would have happened to
me-. When comes back, half hour later, all
needs is glance to that lot of private
Shorty, says Greene givin' me the hearty grip
Il don't know how I'm going to-"
"Ah, lose it!' says l. 1t was just by a fuke
got on the job, anyway. That's great kid of
YOURS, eh?
Did l say anything about Primrose Park ben
place where nothin' ever happened? Well you
scratch that.