Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-23
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Drawings by F. Vaux Wilson

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grown up kids that ;x1NY534 Il
waltzed through life on tip kkE/q(ay4f -
toes Now who do you &ks&zHi3 II e
guess? Sure, Pnckney ~ ZIHN H. ~
Maybe I've limited some - /8i 6i =
thing of the kind about him <klWf4ENk1I
before; but l amt ever LII -
done the subject justice 1t
would take four languages =
and a motion picture outfit ~~S-=saz=7s--s--H
to give you even an outline
sketch of him; and then.
just as you thought you @E
could guess what he'd do
next, he'd spring something
diff rent.
Now last week, accordin'
to his own schedule, he was II
supposed to be off that
yachtn' trip got up by Sadie
and the Purdy-Pells for the
special stunt of unloadn' a punky Austrian Count
on the Bar Harbor crowd. But along late Thursday
afternoon when I'm leanin' back in my chair with
my feet on the window SILL thinkn about nothin
in particular and enjoyin the exercise cab fetches
up outside, hears some one prancin up the stairs
wearin Merry Merry Widower straw lid with pink
and white band and carryin' of his fifty-nine
varieties of silver headed sticks
Come on, Shortly! says he. Get your bag,
and let's catch the mountain express! We have
forty minutes to make it in
"Gwan!" says 1. Quit your kiddn in that
breathess way; it's bad for the valves
But mean it; really do. says he proddn
playful in the ribs with the cane handle. Its
all right, I've made all the arrangements. and you
can be gone for two or three days just we'll as
not. Come on, hurry up!
Easy now Pinckney." says l. This amt no
engine house. where you can stick your head in
heller once. and have slidin' down the pole
You've rung in them nutty excursions of
yours times enough
But this isn't one of that kind says he Truly
it will be jolly sport. you know. and had counted
on your going with"
Say, Pinckney, says 1, takin' my heels down
and turnin' for good look at him, If you'll quit
exhaustin through your cylinders maybe l can hear
what you're tryin to say. 1t would help some if
you'd state where you're goin and why"
oh, didn't tell youe" says he, Why. it's
somewhere up in the White Mountains
No particular spot. l SUPPOSED" says l.
Don't be absurd!' says he. Il can't remember
the name of the station, of course; but it's on the
tickets Isn't that enough"
Unless you've lost the tickets says 1. But
how about this detail of why you're goin? Is that
from the brakeman? Is it just pleasure trip the
doctor has ordered for the benefit of your family,
you takin it because you had funny dream?"
Purely business" says Pnckney. It's about
err Here he fishes out card, takes quick
glimpse at it and goes on, It's about Notch Manor"
Manor three.year-old colt, or way of
dom up the hair?
Its hotel says Pinckney: quite large
one too and full of guests I'm not quite sure, but
I'm afraid own it
You're which," says l. Afraid you own a
hotel! Say, what the symptoms, If It's catchin
I'd like to be exposed.
Well, at least, I'm threatened with hotel"
says Pnckney. Anyway, l must go up and see
about it; so thought would like to have you"
OFF we'd be halfway there by now. You with
hotel! Oh splinters! Why say l wouldn't miss