Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-12-22

RdrdoH, says he but l am not English.
:. But you re an aitch dropper." says l.
Iidson's shoulders go up and his palms go out.
That hat /, have learn says he.
OH" says l. Goes with the business. does it?
Well thought you odd colored for a Cockney.
Just where do you hail from, then?''
Corsica, says he.
You don't sayi' says l. well, that explains
the cutlery But who was it you was pannin' to
use this keepsake on3 Mef"
Non. non, nonl' says he. wavin' his hands and
shakn his head.
We'll, who them" says L A knife like that
means business. Come, give up!"
1t was like pullin' cork out with your fingers;
him about ringin up the house detective, and fnlly
he unloosens. And say, it's almost good readin
it out of ten-cent magazine
The tale begins way back when Tidson-Jules
something, he says his real name is-was gay young
Corsicite wearin red sash and herdin' goats, and
tendn out on all the chowder parties from his
ward. Also there's Felice. She's the only daughter
of district boss, big gun, but she's
less of mixer. Anyway Jules gets to know her
real WELL takin her to matinees and on but all
the quiet, for he wa MT hardly in her class Ac-
cordin' to his description, Felice was one of the
cherry ripe kind all curves and red tints, a regar
brunette Maizy May. Jules must have been
likely lookn lad then himself for Felce down
lot of swell dressers the brass breastpin he
gives her, and lets him hold her hand while they're
partin' at the gate.
1t was all goin lovely, when the old folks gets
wise, and then there's ructons Feice is shut up
the back chamber while her old gent gets the
carvin knife and chases the merry goatherd into
the neht county On Tie JUMP ldklH tudt DIS d
hint, Jules keeps right till he gets to Paris.
Then, with the old homestead crossed off the map
and nothin' comm n he looks around for some
easy job with good pay.
BY rights that where he should have found
himself eyed and sorry. But before he has time
to starve he gets himself knocked down by cab
horse on the Rue de Bombom, and the gent that
vanks him out from under the wheels in time to
save his ribs is so worked up with gratitude
the chance that he sets up pint of red Wine listens
Jules's hard luck story, and ends by tellin him
where to call next mornin before the whistle blows
The noble rescuer turns out to be Emil Bourdonne,
none other. New you, Ell! Never mind.
Look at the next bottle of briantine you the
BARRIERS shelf-none genuine without the signature.
That's him. He takes Jules into the shop, givin'
him label pastin job, with chance to double as
night watch and sleep behind the boiler.
The whole thing is cnch. About twice day
Jules is paraded in the front office the that
Emil rescued from horrible death, and every now
and then his pay is raised. If it hadn't been that
he kept worryin' about Felice he'd been happy
a clam But the longer he's away from her the
worse he feels. Emil begins to kick because he
don't look cheerful enough for an exhibit; SO Jules
lets out what's the matter.
We'll, well!' says Emil. That's too bad
Then he fixes up a scheme for Jules to take
trip home have talk with Felce and ma ybe bring
her to the briliantine fact'ry, where there's a