Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-01-03


The next had the ivedolar bill wrapped around the
compound and the other dollar in the last pack
If you'll just count in the dollar you found in
your package he said 1.-The account will be all
square. IN let that 60 on your salary.
Its kind OF queer, said |, that happened to
pick out the right package the first time. Did you
know the dollar was in it when you told me to
open it,
MY boy" said the Doc let me ask YOU some
thing. If you wanted statue made. would you hire
tlnsmlth to do your sculplng? No, you wouldn't
would you? Well don't you ever try to sell COM
pound until you have learned the art. AS the poet
Behold the busy little bee improve each shining
He'd his time if he didn't know clothes pin from
flower.
The world is a clover patch Find out how to
extract the honey, and the rest will be easy"
He smoothed his silk hat with his coat sleeve and
looked at me in an earnest friendly way. What
like about you" he said after bit is your innocent
countenance and hope you're good you look
Did l tell you my daughter waiting for
Pumville? | think you will like her, Zacharah
but you and she must be nothing than friends
This combination is to be organized for business
purposes only. Kindly keep that fact in mind
Men have called her beautiful, and l will confess
that She is fair to look upon: but She is not to be
lured from the ped1gerous paths OF mellltuous
maidenhood
told him hadn't any intention of going into the
Turing line. and let him understand at the time
that my name was Alexander S. Hewitt
That's good. honest name he allowed; but
of the first things a man should do when he en-
tiers the profession is to take nom de sprint. AS
manager you will be known Zacharah B.
Sharpe Live up to the name. l ask no more"
TT was late when reached Plumville, and we went
1 to a little hotel near the depot. The doctors
daughter was waiting for us-or for him, | should
say, because she didn't know till he told her that
the company had manager. He'd told the
truth about her looks, all right. The minute
her l was glad I'd come.
"Clytie" he said, this is Mr. Sharpe our new
manager: My daughters name" he explained to
me- lis Clytemnestra; but you will be good enough
to call her Miss Trelawney, by which she is
known to the public.
Before l went to bed that night felt as if I'd
known Clyte for years She had innocent way
of looking in the eyes and touching my every
little while that made me hate get far away from
her, l busy thinking about her and the
habit she had of dropping her head forward when
she smiled that couldn't go to sleep and guess I'd
been tossing around for an hour more when
somebody yelled " Fire! and before could get
my clothes on the place was SO full of smoke
i the that it oozed through the pores. l never
e knew before how quick commoton could
be raised. In less than minute there
crowd of people in the hall, yelling like
mob of college students. And smoke! | never
smelled such smoke in my life. One Whit of it
nearly put my breathing works out of business.
1t thick you could have rolled it up
and tied it in bundles.
THERE wasn't much that cared to save;
it didn't take me long get of the
| was running through the hall holding
my hands over my face, when | bumped into
something that felt like wagonload of coal;
but it began to talk before long and l found
afterward that it the landlord. AS |
getting upon my feet again thought of
-. Miss Trelawney, and something seemed to go
wrong inside of me. discovered right there
in the smoke and darkness, with the landlord
letting it be known that he was not good
= church member. that life would be dull,
brown waste if | escaped without saving her.
The only trouble | didn't know what
room she was in and probably couldn't have
found it. anyway. While was thinking about
z it, somebody bumped into me from behind,
y and as we happened to be at the top OF the