Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-09-20

BY SEWELL FORD
Drawings by F. Vaux Wilson

~ rich, III have my moral ego walkn' bow legged
backward and wondern' where it's at Who's
deny that if all the muck rakers say about him is
so he would make the Forty Thieves look like a
local branch of the Band of Hope. Yet he has his
good points For one thing, he don't chuck any
long faced bluff He don't try to fool anybody.
not even himself to the particular brand of pirate
he is:
the studio the other afternoon with calm, peace
full look on that full face of his. Been busy
wreckin' street railway. system. or have you
been Dustin up some more bankSt
''You read the blinkety blinked newspapers in
the morning; Shorty" says he, "and you'll get full
information"
Amt been indicted again this term, have your.
Not more than two three times, 1 believe"
says he, which leads me to remark that it don't
seem to worry him lot.
I'm paving six lawyers to do that for me-"
says he.
Westy pats himself on one of the few places he
can reach-the belt buckle-and grins. Shorty,
says he. with the profits on deal I've just put
through could hire lawyers enough to keep me
out of Jail even if to be indicted once month
for the rest of my natural life. What troubles me
most just now is the twenty pounds piled on while
Ibroke training What do you recommend tor that?
the medicine ball, and turns him over to Swiftly
Joe While he's peelin' off, though, keeps on
swappin socable conversation And it comes out
that Westy, in spite of lookin so good natured and
calm is carryin' around full sized crouch
That's the worst of these fat men: you never can
tell by their looks whether they pleased or ugly
As a matter of fact they can't look any different
SO they get credit for whole lot of good nature that
don't belong to EN-. fatty may feel like kckin
soup at his grandmother: but his beefy face still
wears the same old grim and unless he's actually
committin assault and battery, everybody that
passes him by imagines he's handed EN- the Jolly
hail
COURSE, Westy wa mt as bad as that but amt
been joshin him very long before finds that back
of the placid expression he's cared for fair. He
tellin how he tried to celebrate maxim his big
stake by luggn' home to Mrs. Ward the finest
string of deep water pearls he could find on Fifth
Which made you popular around the
fam'ly. hearthstone, ehf' says L .ur
That's your guess is t?n , he grunt IS, We'll
say Huh! Another necklace! Now honest, Shorty,
what's the user"
And say, maybe you think there wan any trag-
edy in a little thing like that. But if you knew
Westy well, and had ever seen Mrs WeSty, perhaps
you'd think different In weight and figure she's
good runnin' mate for him: one OF these female
mountains that keeps a waist line only by wearln
boiler plate and has face soft and pleasin
as the southern exposure of a rock quarry. And OH
the cold, unsatsfed look on that face!
Course, everyone knows what ais Mrs. Westy
Ward. She tried to break in and couldn't. And
long as that was the thing in life she wanted
most, what good does she get out OF Twin in the
same block with of the Vanderbilts, or drapin
herself with more cut glass than any of the Aston
ladies can find for? The only real satisfac-
ton she gets when Westy collars another half million
is KNOWN he has choked it out of some of the
gang whose wives keep on givin' her the chilly
shoulder blade
Another necklace!'' growls Westy That's
what I'm up against, Shorty. And me with
a fool son to spend it, girl to buy knock
kneed prince fort
You might try burnin it in the street." says 1.
just the Not that l let's myself sink very
deep in his account [ leaves him and