Evening star., 1909-01-24

and he follows that up by hintin' that l
want no seventh son, anyway; both of
which statements happens to be right.
I'll own up to it now.
You see, I'd just been stringin' Swiftly
on the way he's taken to literature lately.
Sure thing! You wouldn't think, maybe.
they printed anything that would just fit
his mighty intellect: but they do. For a
dime he buys a magazine three inches
thick and jam up with stories; so when
ever he gets half an hour off he'll plant
himself in a corner of the studio and just
gorge himself on yarns about brawny
heroes, and lovely heroines, and villains
that wear their frock coats down to
breakfast
comes across him with his eyes glued
to the pages and asks him what's the
plot this time, and he tells me how it
about beautiful young girl whose family
fortune had gone down the chute and
who'd come to the great city to earn her
board and lodgin' by giving paintin'
lessons She was just on the point of
starvin' easy and comfortable and may
be winnin half a column of first page
space in the evenin' editions, when she
takes it into her head to jump off a ferry
boat She hadn't more n cleared the rail
before the hero appears, sheds his sable
lined top coat, and is divin' after her:
and it amt until he's put her in cab
all drippin' to take her home. that he
discovers she's the very girl he used to
dream about. Then they 60 to a cllnch,
and you hear the weddin' bells in the
distance.
''Ain't that natural and lifelike?" says
Swiftly
Barrin' one or two points" says |.
I'm the first place, he would have been
a chump to risk maxim the pneumonia
81 r>roh1xy 1acthop6 with
boathook had to do the job anyway.
And in the second place, admittin your
sable lined hero was on the spot, he
wouldn't do the impulsive dive Folks
don't do such things these days, unless
now and then some cop or freight
handler In real life, Swiftly"
A ND that's where l was rung up on
n the phone Blamed if it wa mt kind
didn't think of it at the time. You know
how phone call will knock everything
else out of your head for minute.
"Well?" says l. "Yes, this is Professor
McCabe, right on the wire. What'll it
be-
And crisp. snappy voice answers,
This is Judge Porter Skillen. Will you
tell me where 1 can find my SOM"
Your which," says l. Som Why
glad TO, Judge, II L had any idea where
"Oh, come, come!" he breaks in 81
time to hear excuses Where is he?"
Say, what in blazes do you think this i:
and found bureau?" says l. What do
about"
There's not the slightest use for you
it, he comes back.
Amt, eh?" says 1. Well. you're tn
Did you get my name right" says he
Judge Skillen, Ski double-l-e-n Unders
Sure!" says |. And l don't give a
you're the whole Supreme Court. You sou
like you had troubles in your gear case
Il don't understand" says he. g | am a
tors meeting now; but l will be up to st
four o'clock, and | want you to be prepar
me all you know about Varney Good da
"A batty one on the line, eh?" says Sv
who's heard one end of the conversation
Only Judge Porter Skillen of the Uni
ties" says |. watchin' Swifty's jaw unhin
seems to have some sort of bug about +
his son Varney slowed away somewhere
like he thought | knew Hold on there.
thought"
A ND say. come to think it over. did h;
on Varney. though when the old
springs it on me l could have kissed the