Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-16

ing on. | meant. nevertheless. to hand
nm over 10 the police. But when he
was himself again and knew what had
happened and what I meant TO do he
begged like a thief for me to spare aim
that disgrace. He told me then that ne
was without living relative. had com.
20 the end OF his resources, could not find
work and was too proud To beg vet he
couldnt endure the publicity--cyen in this
city where nobody knew hm-of being
brought before magistrate as pauper
or for attempted seIf-destruction lie
begged me to let him die and sink into a
pameless grave.
Il told him. even if he was old enough
most TO he my father. that if he'd perk
up and act like man. I'd give him his
food and bed for what he could TO do
to help me around here. Maybe then
after while. he'd find better Job.
THAT seemed to cheer him a bit and
he plodded around faithfully enough for
almost two months Then he begun to
Once he went out and was gone most OF
the day. When he come back he had on
new suit Of clothes, hat. vest every
thing new, even TO his collar and cravat.
and OF fine material. too. His eyes were
shining and he looked like a different
man..
Tive come across a streak OF good
luck. Grayson,' says he i'm kind of a jolIv
way for him. Here's five dollars now on
account. and pretty soon. maybe. I'll be
able to pay you back, in pecuniary
way, at least, for all you've done for
me-.
Naturally / was curious and wanted
to hear more, but no more would he tell.
AFTER that he would dress up in his new
suit and go out quite often. Perhaps he'd
be gone only for few hours. perhaps it
would be for day or q day and a night
but ned always come back with money
IN his trousers pocket. which he'd chink
gieefully and sometimes show ine-happy
as boy with new jackknife.
Then one evening in walked a man
and asked for Mr.. Philander Summerfeld
and for minute / thought it was old
p. s. himself playing a joke on me.
Gwan" says 1. You can't fool me-
Summerfield. ] know YOU
"The man got red in the face-even HIS
eyes got red, and he stamped his foot and
brought his fist down on my desk I'm a
well hadn't gone over Then. suddenly.
he laughed.
You're not to blaine. 81 suppose for
thinking me Mr.. Summerfieid II we look
so much alike but you never saw me be-
fore. I'm his-brother.'
"Goi. You could have knocked me into
a cooked hat with feather. But I
apologized as best / could and went TO
call p. s..
HE came with me i'm those fine clothes
OF his. and the two old fellows, as alike
as peas in pod. went off in q corner Of
that room yonder and talked for while
i'm low tones. Then they went out to-
gether.
Next day p. s. come to me-
'Grayson, says he. I'm going to leave
YOU. I've got good position at last that
is going to make me a rich man. and
will not forget you: on that you may de-
pend. You have done more for me than
/ can tell YOU
Your brother has helped your I
asked.
My brother?' he said, kind of sur
prised.
why, yes: the man who came for
you last night. He said he was yonr
brother
"'Oh. did he tell you that?' said sum-
merfield. Well. yes, I'm going with
him.
"He went away then. never SAYING a
word about money. but i'm day on two
a check for hundred dollars come That
was more than he had any need to send
me. but you can think what my surprise
was when pretty soon along come
check for another hundred. then another
and another, which made four hundred
all together, with never an address SD
that l could send him a word of thanks.
That ended 1t.
Have YOU never seen him since thene"
Never to this day. I've often Won
dered what had become OF the old fellow,
and why he wanted TO keep back his re-
lationship TO that other man. Gou know
he told me once that he hadn't any re-
lations. Had some trouble with them,
suppose"
did he never mention where his home
had once BEEN
81 don't know as he ever did,,--thought- :.
fuily,-"but once. when we were talking
together-we used to be sort of crop.iike
together sou1etimes-he told me about
teaching in a college in Virginia, not
such great time before, judged. That
was as near as l ever got to knowing
where he lived, I guess
How old a man was Mr.. Summerfeld
them
when he lived with me? Why, ha
said once he was something past fifty.
Seemed to me he looked Older. though
these questions for. anyhow? Know old
p. s. do your"
I'VE want to find him. / answered.
evasively. Now here are two photo
graphs. 1 wonder whether you will recog-
nize them?"
I took from its envelope the picture
Milbrath believed to be of his uncle.
That's him. Grayson exclaimed the
instant he saw 1t. "A fine picture of him.
too. only--well. there's something little
wrong when you come to look.
This them I said, bringing forth the
second photograph.
That's him again. Looks more like
him. too"
"Don't you think one of these pictures
is of his brothero"
Col. / never thought of that" and
Graysou took both photographs and
them carefully.
well this Is the brother. then he
said. indicating the picture OF Mr.. SOM
hers.
WHY do You think so?''
Cant tell you. I'm no artist. l know
this is p. s. though
lone more question. Mr. Grayson. aud
then / will detain you no Longer. How
long ago was it that Mr.. Summerfield
was here?"
"Just abou. the time you saba little
more than three years ago he came. lt
was the last of September. l know, when
he went away.
We thanked Mr.. Grayson and left with
him a box of cigars that We .'aa brought
in case we found that he would use them,
and got out OF the house
II never expected such success as we've
had today" L exclaimed when We were
gain upon the street. Our next move
must be to send an advertisement to the
Richmond and Charlottesville. Va. pa.
pers."
And this is the message that I sent:
"wanted-Immediately information cons
ceruing Philander Summerfield at the
lime Of his residence in Virginia: 500 re-
ward. e. B.. Parker House. Boston.