Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-10-09

could be squeezed out and covered up
the books. and when they got hep
to him he was about two thousand on
the yon side, with no chance on earth
of making it up.
He got the sudden pinch. and the
old Quaker ship chandler was there
with. that Couldock bitterness. There
was no let-up in him. He wanted his
pinched young cashier taken anyway
from there The kid had a lot OF friends.
being one of the kind that slid into Il
tux of evenings and gabbed with the
womenfolks: but the old man was there
with that nix-n1x toss or ms name, ana
there was no chance. .
so, after a short triai the young fellow
was shot away to MOyamensing for two
Speaker. Now, while he was doing the bit
the old Quaker ship chandler lost a son at
sea, and he himself had mighty serious
attack of sickness. nearly cashing in. And
i'm Moyamensing the young ex-cashier was
all the time telling his callers on visiting
days that 1t was going to be the tWo-lnch
trail of high living and high thinking for
him forevermore. II only some one q
give him chance when he got out.
so. when the young fellows friends
called upon the old Quaker with this kind
of q weave and things having been swing
he was soft enough meat. He fell for the
refrain, Give the boy chance he
means right and will do right. Take him
on again
consequently. just because he was
right at bottom, and because he'd never
before had anything to do with folks out
Of prison, the old man caved. Yes. he'd
take the boy back and give him his old
place He'd trust him again. A son had
been taken from him. He felt sorry To-
the boys people, and-and all like that.
THE young fellow found that the pleas
ant skids had been creased for him when
he got out of prison-a little ahead OF
time, by the way, through the governors
pardon-and he went right back to his old
job Of cashier for the ship chandler as II
nothing had happened
HE stuck around for four months,
awaiting his chance. Then. one fore
moor he traipsed gayly into a Chestnut
street bank and cashed paper with the
old Quaker's genuine signature for $1,000,
and the hamlet with the up-in-the-preeze
statue of William Penn hasn't seen him
since. He pulled one of the champeenest
getaways that's ever been pulled by any
Philadelphia. and. from New Orleans l
think 1t was. he wrote a little scrawl to
his old Quaker boss, In which he ad-
verified to him as a mossSrown tightWad
and in which he said that it had made
him as sore as a butcher to be put away
i'm the first place for pinching out such a
little mess of change a S two thousand. and
that he'd just rugged things up purpose
to get back into the old boys employ so
that he could frisk the aged Quaker for
a package worth while. And while he
had the gall to mail that note so that II
would get a date-mark stamped on 1T. and
although the date-mark trail was quickly
taken up. they haven't snagged that Jean
Vatican yet.
Take it from me, real Jeon Valjeans
are heap rarer than 1904 cartwheel elm
bone pieces. The bulls don't haunt and
shadow the just-out lags for fun, and they
don't prevent 'em from making that hoI~
est living and they don't run EN- in for
hygienic purposes. That's all right by
way of glug-glug stuff for the hind page
of the afternoon block-type paper, but
the people Vho uncol that kind Of stuff
are generally folks who need to be staked
to the Nile-green tickets for the nut col
ony.' CLARENCE l.. CULLEN.