Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-09-29

Wish could" says I; but maybe l can find
some who can.
With that slips and hunts up Mrs. Twombley-
Crane, eXplainin the to her
49,, Why certainly says she. Where is Fife?
II send her i'll right away.
She's real damson plum, Eaie is; one Of the
cute, fluffy haired kind. about nineteen She comes
in lookin scared and sober; but when she's had a
look at Rusty, and he's tried his grin on her and
said how he d like to hear somebody tear off some
thin that would remind him of Broadway she
braces right up
And say, she did know, She has whirl the
b by grand around SOS she glance the
tip at Rusty, losses her lace handkerchief one
corner OF the keyboard, pushes back her sleeves
until the elbow dinples show, and the next thing
we know she's teasin the tumpety -tum out of the
worries like a professor.
She opens up with piece YOU hear all the kids
uhistln ,-something with a swing ard a rattle to
it, don't know what, But it brings Rusty up on
his elbow and sets him to keepn time with the
cigarette Then she slides off into Poor joint
and Rusty calls out for her to sing it, if she can.
Can she? Why, she's got one of them sterling silver
like BLOWN fish horn and before she's half through
the first Rusty has joined in.
Come on says he, as they strikes the chorus.
Everybody"
Say the doc right there with the goods He
her out like good one and the student chap
want far behind either. You know how it goes
John, he took round his mother, his mother
his mother
And while he introduced o each other
Eli? Well maybe that amt just the way it
goes; but | can think the tune right. That
what | was up against then: knew couldn't
make my voice behave; all | does is go through
the motions with my mouth and tap the time out
with my foot. But sure did ache to jump in and
help Rusty out.
1t was a great concert She gives us all them
classic things, like The Bird Nellies Hat
Waiting at the Church" No Wedding Bells for
Ne and so on her fingers just dancin and her
head noddin to Rusty, and her eyes kind of en-
Couragn him to keep his grip.
Twice, though, he has to quit, as the pain twists
him; and the last time when he fops back on the
pillows, we thought he'd passed in for good But
Say, maybe YOU think Miss Effie didn't have some
grit of her own. sit there bangn' songs like
that, expectm every minute to see him keel over.
But she stays with it. and we was right in the mid
die of that chorus that goes
In old New York, in old New York.
The peach crops always fine
when the fodin' doors was slid back and in comes
the big surgeon gent we'd been waitin' for. You
should have the look on him too, as he sizes
up them three singin and Rusty there on the table
a cigarette twisted up his fingers, hghtin' down
spasm
What blasted idocy is this? he grows.
New kind of pain killer, doc" says |. Tell
you all about it later. What you want to do now
We'll, that's the whole of it. He knew his book,
that bone repairer did. He worked four hours
that had got skewgeed; but when he rolls down
his sleeves and quits he leaves man that's almost
as good as ever, barrin few months to let the
pieces grow together.
| out to see Rusty yesterday, and he's dom
fine. He's plannin', when he gets around again,
to take the purse that made up for him and
invest it in airship stock.
And if / make million dollars, Shorty"
says he Il m gon' to hand over half of it to that
gent that sewed me up"
Good" says l. And if was you I'd chuck the
other half at the song writer's"