Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-04-03

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AG0H1 "Is it good you've just re-
(XCN0NkZN membered, has something hu-
@V@ morous happened to one of your
best friends?"
Il have new idea" says he, that's ALL
"All!" saysI why, that's excuse enough for de-
clarn genral holiday. Did you 60 after it, or was
of it,?
Why, I've thought of something new for spotty
Cahill" says he beamn.
"Gwan" says l. Il might have known it was
false alarm. Spotty Cahill! Say do you want to
know what I'd advise you to do for Spotty next?"
No, Pinckney don't want my views on the sub ect.
It's topic we've threshed out between us before:
also it's of the few dozen that could debate
from now until there's skatin on the Panama Canal,
without gettin' anywhere I've always held that
Spotty Cahill was about the most useless and unde
servin' human being that managed to exist
without work; but to hear Pnckney talk you'd
think that long legged carroty haired young loafer
the original party that philanthropy was in
vented for.
Now. doing things for other folks amt one of
ser1ng 1T nd d rule NOT th ehaf ne
but Centrally he has too many other things on his
schedule to indulge much in the little deeds of kind
ness game When he does start out to do good,
though he makes job of it. But look who he
picks out!
COURSE, knew why. He's explained all that to
- me moren once. Seems there was an old waiter
at the club quiet, soft spoken, bald headed relic,
who had served him with more lobster Newburg than
you could load on scow and enough highballs to
float the Mauritania in. In fact. he'd been waitin'
there as long as Pinckney had been member
They'd been kind of chummy, in way too: 1t had
always been Good morning, Peter, and Hope
see you well, sir between them and Pinckney
had to bother about whether he liked dash of Bit
in this, that ought to be served frappe
plain. Peter knew, and Peter never forgot.
Then one day when Pinckneys just squarn off to
his lunch he notices that he's been given plain, ordi
nary salt butter instead of the sweet kind he always
has; so he puts up finger to call Peter and have
a swap made. When he glances up though, he finds
Peter amt there at all.
oh. l say" says he but where is Peter?"
but Peters dead.'
Dead" says Pinckney. -why-how long
has that been?"
Over month, sir" says he Anything wrong
SIR"
To be sure, Pinckney hadn't been there reg'lar;
but he'd been in off and on. and when he comes to
think how this old chap that knew all his whims and
kept track of em so faithful had dropped out with
out his ever having heard word about it-why he
felt kind of broke up. You see, he'd always meant
got round to it, and here the first thing he knows
Peters been under the sod for more'n month.
THAT'S what set Pinckney to inquirin' if Peter
hadn't lett family or anything, which results in
his diggin up this Spotty youth. forgot just what
his first was it being something outlandish
that don't 60 with Cah at all but it seems he
born over in India where old Peter sodierin at
the time, and they'd picked up one of the native
Maybe that's what allied the boy from the
start.
Anyway Peter had come back from there wild
over, drifted to New York with the youngster, and
got into the waiter business. Meantime the boy
iookin' after, and when Pnckney finds him he's an
int'restin' product. He's twenty-odd, about five
feet eleven high. weighs under one hundred and
thirty has shock of wavy brick red hair that al
most hides his ears, and his chief accomplishments
playin bottle pool and consumin' cigarettes. By
way of ornament he has the most complete collection
of freckles ever human face. or else it
they stood out more prominent because the skin
so white between the SplOtcheS. We didn't invent