Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-02-16

in the gardens Of the ducal mansion. And
there's palm trees around and fountains.
and ntghtipgales singing. and music float
ing on the balmy perfumed air. And
velvet-footed nenials to fan 'em and give
EN- hasheesh to smoke"
want to know!" I says. WHAT
fh:sheesh? Plug cut or cigars?,
kind Of stun that makes you dream about
beautiful women and things
well, >they don't have that here" says
/. hey'smoke cigars and cigarettes.
And I've smoked both OF 'em and my
work had to do. Nightingales are birds
amt they? We're pretty shy on night
ingales over here to Horsefoot. but may
be the gulls make that up. Gulls don't
sing no more than hens, but they screech
| this stuff from, anyway
She got 1t out of library books and the
Home Comforter. Seems old Miss Paine
| over in the village. lent her the Com
fSrter every week as fast as she got
never been to the city. nor anywheres
further than Eastwich. and her idea.
about such things was the queerest
mixed-up mess of novel trash and smart
boarder's lies that ever was. That. and
what she'd read IN the newspapers. She
said she was going to the city some day
when her affinity" showed up.
whats your idea Of a first-class ATTN.
tty? asks, looking for Information.
didn't know whether twas an animal OF
a cart.
WELL" says she. "he's got to be good
looking and have chests and chests OF
gold and jewelry. Further than that
amt made up my mind yet
She said when she did go she would sew
and II q confidence man. or a trust or a
policeman tried to get it away from her
she bet he'd have trouble on his hands.
Policeman" says I. what would he
Re doing trying to steal your money?
They amt, hey?" she says. "City
policemen ain't2 I guess you amt read
much about EN-"
She read the police committee trials in
stack OF three or four-year-old news
papers and they'd fixed her, fairs police
men was concerned.
She didn't take any stock in Hartley
being down our way for his health. She
| said she had made up her mind what was
the matter with him. What ails him. -
"Girl?" says l.
'Yup. He's in love-
I set back and looked at her. Mind you
I hadn't said one word about Agnes
Page or the busted engagement.
he come here for. then? There amt a
female native in this neighborhood that
wouldn't stop a clock-present company
excepted. Of course"
ut don't make no difference. He's in
love, and he's come here to forget his
troubles. You never read False, But
Fair. or the Bride Bereft,' did you? l
thought not. Why, East wellmouth is
glory alongside OF some places that young
men in love goes to. You wait. I'll find
She said that Van Brunt want in
love: which struck me funny. knowing
what did.
'Twa'n't so very long after this that the
Heavenlies and me drove to South East
witch to visit the Fresh Air School. I
don't think Hartley would have gone If
it hadn't been that his name was 'spe-
cially mentioned in the note from Agnes
Even then Van had to say that he
wouldn't go unless his chum did.
We left Eureka to keep house. 1t
seemed to suit her first rate.
You wait till that Scudder man
comes" she says to me. II want to talk
to him about the milk he's been leaving. -
whats the matter with it?" I asks.
"Ain't he giving full measure?'
mot Of milk he amt" she says. ITS
too white to wash with and too blue to
drink. I'm going to tell him we've got a
pump ourselves"
The Eastwich school was a big old farm
The youngsters had lots of room to run
and carry on. All hands was at the door
to meet US. Agnes and Miss Talford and
Redny. and all the inmates. The Heav-
enlies had stopped In the village and got
big freezer full of Ice cream-they
ordered 1t ahead-and, we'll. I thought
we'd got q warm welcome, but when the
children saw that freezer
The ladies shook hands with US and
asked US In. Lord James was there in
all his glory. You could see that his new
job suited him down to his shoes. No
hard work, no sailing or such like. good
easy BOSSES and plenty of picking on the
side, judged. I turned the horse and
carriage over to him. under protest, and
we went into the house.
First Of all. Ed said the Page girl,