Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-29

sbarp nose and little sharp voice through
it. No. Not Shakespeare: Bassetto
THAT'S what you lazy Pacific slopers are
always saving he tells Sam. Tomor-
rer. manana besok-bad as these goo
COOS"
thought and said So
you're trying to sell those snakeskins
TO those two French epidermist men IA
Noordwijk. Saw you pervadlne Ioun,o
there. They Amt fools Netner are We We
You'll get twenty gullders-n you nave
nick What's that in our crisis 49,.
Hparbans was all said draws TINS
Sam BIRD. Don't get hot" And he leans
hack and smokes his Paiacompo. anu
looks up dreamy at the roEdi . apa, the
windows in the second story. tnIoush .ne
Ea ~ creeners. ITS taxidermatist. any
.Don.t YOU go figuring on any Irritation
motifs with the forty-second queen ..1hst
Basse,t: following s"ra1s,, e' pid s'anss
don io" tn:t romance." says Bird. quite
d,ssnsted you never see things as lhes
ore Bass-always bookish. lh's 10 GA
awful cold proposition
We allowed It was. 100 an" .oIsa
what we thought of him TOT use. .hat
hores over lot O. NANCY snahesA'"
wouldn't realize our fares u ,a
pr,ol in a bullock cart. let aAoi'e
passet got real bitter about It,
.1 hogan to wish you'd lei' i'e
at Bencoolen," he says. 49, o,,nt
go do t. agrees Sam BRO p''
and hearty. DIR, IN
..1.d "a married nice natiHe gu
cumatra wrapper" says basse.'. IA
on not to hear. land settled ooMn Al ,a
nice little campons; Plen'y yhe Koran at
ltnhtreIl under the bamboo tree. Anu AN
nsn nre are beachcombers. IN bataN L.,,
ns Ill srarye to death. and the Du'ell II
Give our effects to their or- mans ''O'
and-finish' .s,ine enough
.a1, saws Bird: land no glri
,,;,h GOOD eyesight would ratHS nc.
s-s. seheme'' They went on 10 pass
low remarks and got to ne IN
and when Dan Towers, VINO oeen 80 co.
Ashtabula. Ohio. again, ana nliu
trsra was always compensauohs.
nearly had a fight: cause Dan reai,s
liked Ashtabua. Amt 1t a rum! 49, Ia
Well. we all got sore. ann wen. ~
h,,,e in those small marble sepuiciei
n,C. ~ ha,h hedrooms. about in the
.n;n, before daybreak | Woke
l,+tle and heard thrashing round Ill oai IN
Riro's room next door, ana then ID" nc
lkimono tapping cross the compounu ~
his way back from the PAN o,,ad nner to
.c;o TO bed, idiot" and rclied over u
sleep.
Along dawn woke again. and this time
heard a frightful fog-strong men ours
ing engines blowing off and horns too'-
10 lille the steam tram was running WILD
=; .,a hotel ward ! stuck my head out
doors-out popped all the others. bas-
sets sharp beak and old Dan Dig
frowzly nut and long line ouiie'
headed Dutch planters all down the We
randa like horses looking out thelr
st.Ijs And there under the big banyan
tree putting and churning ana emlttlns
cnooke was ridiculous little red motor
car. First one we'd ever seen IN the east.
six-footer I'm white and topi bigger II
the machine itself sat AT the "nee. 'e,
ing on them tell-taie-hahuie 'iiihs' "
writhing round
When the sleep cleared out o my eyes
I saw Il was Sam Bird.
Bassett was always quick at Sizing
things up.
"Heats been too much for him. Thought
he acted queer last night.
we all yelled together: What you up
to?.'
Ill |.
To prove ii. she backed through wire
fence into tie banyan roots and gave up
with a snort. Sam took monkey wrench
and a snanner out OF his pocket pulled
off his coat and disappeared under the
body there in the jungle
We three ran out In our ra1amas-nlce
cool morning. all the birds just beginning
to chirp up in the canary trees. pink
mists arising.
He was on his back under the machine.
wrenching and pounding. and wouldn't
say a word You wouldn't believe the
smell O. that cheap petrol stuff IL you'd
undergone it. She was little tin French
machine. crazy and falling apart with old
age but l could see she'd been scrubbed
ard polished like binnacles. Even kicking
Sans legs didn't make him come cut till
he finished When he did his undershirt
was all trickled over with block goo. and
h" was red as apopleXy. but grinning.
She'll run" he said. if we'd been
waiting weeks TO hear that fact.
Look here. you native son O the
golden west" squeaks Bassett. very
sharp. explain yourself What thing are
you doing?"
Looks Ike an otta-mobile don't it,"
says Bird. in speculative kind o way.
1T Is
He began tnkering some more and
started to whistle a real catchy little
piece. Bassett hauled at his shoulders
and shook his fist under Sans nose.
fighting mad.
What thing?" he was yelling. What
thing" We were talking all at once. SO
loud that the manager appeared at his
bedroom window in a towel.
This California bey. he pitched Bassett
half way into the banyan bosque.
There" he said. After tinkering a
while more he explained to me and Dan: