Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-30

the bottom of the little cornycopy thing we're you
keeps your COmbn 5.
Her which," asked Morson. cropping for
cult me meaning: but Vada herself enlightened him.
explaining that the "cornycopy thing was paper
receptacle wherein were deposited from time to
time such distinctive strands of ladys hair as
adhered to the comb and used-with effect
in creating quasi-artfcia though otherwise salts
factory aid to Natures disgusting lack of gener-
OSlty.
Thank you profoundly" said Morson, with
bow Now, Mi ggs. to proceed Your genius in
hiding the gems in Miss Grard's state room is
above reproach; but I'm seeking information on an
other point. Why in the of the seven va
riegated devils did you put dried beans in that cigar
case?"
tation Il done it. sir, cause thought about wat
Miss Valda would do in my place an acted accord
in, sir
We'll. sir. came the more explicit answer. it
was this away. Wen 1 hopened that ere safe, |
snitched-I mean, l took-the whole Jolly thing
Mr.. Morson. sir, intendn for to hide the ools an
chuck the cigar case hoverboard put l got =
thinkin Miggs,' says to meself wat would you
in the afe?'-'W'y says l. answern question,
I'd be rawther keen on lookin' in that safe every
wunst in awhile JUS to see if anybody ad snit-erI
pnched 'em Would you look in the case?' says
to meself again No answers back, I wouldn't
I'd maybe jus feel of an shut the safe door quick
like. -"
Valdas direction for the liberty he took in borrowing
her powers of reason then once more addressed
himself to MOrson. So you see, Sir put them
beans in that ere case and put it back, thnkin' as
ow Miss Valda would jus take old of it an rattle it.
you might say. An then. sir wen Mr.. Ormon
an Mr. Tracy was gone off the yacht and the case
looked into, wy, sir. shed think they done 1t.
or-awskin' your pardon, Mr. Morson, sr-it might
be YOU
Morson smiled feebly. Very. thoughtful of you,
MiggS. You touch me-deeply.
Thank you sir" returned the steward. Il in
tended for to scatter few odd beans aroun in your
room. sir; but Mr.. Girard e come aboard rawther
lint ave no
MOrSOn regarded him with increasing admiration.
My gratitude for the coming of Mr.. Girard' he OBJ
served. mo wonder, Miggs, that you wearied of
ot plates when your talents point conclusively to
higher sphere of art. Now one more thing. What
was your object in running chances by staying on
board sinking YACHT"
Engishman. Ivy, sir, wen that ere thunder
storm got to bangn aroun in the 'eavens, it put me
in bleedin funk, sir an d! went hott an i'd IN the
old 1t seemed like to me, Sir that storm was gettn
personal, as you might say an ven the crash come.
l knowed it So l stays were | was. MIR. Morson,
sir. till the water come in and drove me out, an
I SEE" the Southerner interrupted. That will
do Now ask Miss Girard to excuse you. and you
and | will adjourn for time to the Spitfre. Do
you happen to have a knife!
''W'at-wat you goin' to do. SIR! asked the
miserable Miggs trembling from teeth to toes at
the terrifying possibilities suggested by the reference
to a knife while Valda also made an inquiry with
her big brown eyes
worry, Miggs he answered lightly I'VE CRATE
full to you for having unburdened yourself morally.
and now | shall try, with the aid of your pocket
knife, to do the for you physically. | allude
to the shot you carrying around in Your virtuous
person. Come along
He led the way toward the yacht the steward
following meekly, and together they disappeared
into cabin which remained above the water line.
Here the patient Invested of portion of his
clothing and laid face downward in bunk; with
pillow to chew on, while Bruce Morson of Virginia
appointed himself surgeon charge operating