Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-04-19

Brut's, specially to preacher Not that Bobby
was the worst that CruiSed around the Milky
Way in sea goln cab with his feet over the dasheT;
he lasted. You remember some OF his stunts, may
be? l hadn't kept strict tabs on him; but d heard
that after they Chucked him out of the sanatorlum
his mother planted him here, with a nurse
and private DOCTOR and slid off to Europe to stay
with her in law Count until folks forgot about
Bobby.
And this was the youth the Rev. Mr.. Hooker
had come to have heart to heart talk with!
Amt you takin' lot of trouble, just for few
They are my brothers" says he, quiet like
What" says 1. You don't look it"
His mouth corners flckers little at that, and
there comes glimmer in them solemn gray. eyes OF
his but he goes on to say that it's part of his be-
lief that every is his brother.
"Gee!" says l. You've adopted big fam ly.,
RUT say, he's so dead in earnest about it, and he
- talks sensible about other things, besides
appearin' white clear through that l cant help
Look here!" says I. This is way out of my
line, and it strikes me as batty proposition any
way; but if you re still anxious to have chin with
Bobby, maybe l can fix it.
Thank you, thank you'll! says he, glv1n me the
grateful grip
does is get one of Bobbys retnue the house
phone. tell who l am, and say was thinkn of
droppn up with couple of friends for short call:
if Bobbys agreeable. Seems he was, for inside of
two minutes we're way up in the elevator:
Got any idea of the simple way a half baked
young pluto live in place like the Perzazzer!
He has one floor of whole wing cut off for his
special use,-about twenty rooms should judge
and there was hired hands standin around in every
corner. We're ploted in the Persian rugs,
with the preacher blinkin' his eyes to keep from
seein' some of the statuary and oil pantns
At last comes to big room with an eastern
4 exposure, furnished like show window. Sittin
at big mahogany table in the middle is narrow
proved pop eyed bat cared young chap in
padded silk dressin' gown, and l remembers him
with the Trixy-Madges at the lobster palaces. He
has couple of decks of cards laid out in front of
him. and l guesses he's havn go at Garfield
solitaire Behind his chair stands sour faced
lackey who holds up his hand for us to wait:
Bobby don't look up at all. He's shiftin the
cards around, tryin to make EN- come out right,
doin' it quick and nervous. All of a sudden the
lackey claps his hand down on a pile and says,
Beg pardon, sir; but you can't do that"
Blast you'll" snarls Bobby. And l just
getting it! Why didn't you look the other way!
Ball. and he sends the whole lot hyin' on the
floor Do you catch on? He has the 1ackey there
to see that he don't cheat himself
But while the help pickin' up the cards
Bobby gets glimpse of our trio, ranged up against
the door draperies.
Hello, Shorty McCabe!" he sings out. Its
bully of you to drop in. Nobody comes to see me
any more-hardly soul. Say do you think
there anything the matter with my head?"
Cant say your nut shows any cracks from here,
says l. who's been tellin' you it did,"
Why, all those blasted DOCTORS, says he.
They won't even let me go out alone. But say.
here he beckonS me up and whispers mysterious,