Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-18

AS reached the deck I saw Charley. He
was standing behind the Symptoms chair,
with one hand on her shoulder and the other
towing with bronze curl that the wind had
caused to wander from its moorings. She
seemed to resent this familiarity, as she
pulled her head away and slapped his hand
-couuettishy, of course. Aunt was no.
where in the offing.
"a case of three's a crowd, l thought,
and certainly no place for me-
| was about to return below when she
sighted me and beckoned. AS brought up
alongside she said:
Mr. Quevedo, this is Charley"
We shook hands; somewhat stiff1y on my
part, with boysh warmth on his And as |
got closer view of him | saw that he was
hardly more than boy, although quite as
tall and broad as myself.
"My sister has been telling me about YOU
he said. And what sharp you are calling
the turn on the ships run! Aunt stung Sis
for a box of mitts on your tip. You might
declare fellow in, you know, on tomorrow
pool. I've lost every time. If you do, Ill
make you a welsh"
Charley" broke in his sister, stop bab
bling about your culinary accomplishments.
Mr.. Quevedo is a medical experiment. He
doesn't eat the food of mortals." She looked
up at me with laughing eyes. Isn't that
it? One of the stewards told US
laughed something like they do on the
stage-in order to dodge a reply. Did she
suspect the truth? But l promptly dis
BILE. How could she? And the fact that
Charley was only her brother made me for
get all nv other troubles. | determined
there and then to make chum of Charley.
1t was probable that Charley smoked. The
squelching his sister gave him had only
momentary effect He had other obsessions
besides welsh rabbits. But, as l regretfully
found out later, smoking was not one of
them. He turned to me abruptly.
Say, old man, you fan, aren't your
Meaning in what directlon?'
Baseball, of course. I'm one of the chief
rooters for the Giants. They'll kick in for
the old rag this year, won't they? l think
it's a moral pipe. It's like eating pie with a
knife. That's the way ball players eat it;
but we can't"
admitted that eating anything with a
knife had its social ban; but confessed that
1 would not hesitate to try the experiment
in some secluded nook.
Il suppose we are all savages, and social
usage is merely a veneer.
"Wait a minute, SIS tore in her brother.
could have throttled the cub for his rude
ness; but then brothers have certain privi
leges. Il have got problem for Mr.. Que
vedo. How many consecutive base hits can a
team gather without scorer"
Six
! You're crazy. l beg pardon. l mean
you're mistaken. l can get five. You can't
get any more than that
| smiled with the superciliousness of SUI
perior knowledge, but said nothing.
I'll bet you dinner he blurted forth
with boyish heat, THAT you can't name
more than fve!'
TCOULD hear the subdued rattle of dishes
in the saloon. In few minutes the pas
sengers would be piped to dinner. My in
ternal economy cried out with a wild, high
hope. In an amateurish way I had dab
bled in Slight of hand, and visions of what
could do to the surrounding viands for future
reference, in addition to the present surfeit,
blotted out for the moment even the SYM
phony beside me in the steamer chair. Do
not think me gross, you who may read
: this, for this admission. l have heard tales
of living on love alone; but l have never
seen them accompanied by any affidavits.
You're on" said quietly.
Charley, hope you lose
''All right, Sis. Let him name the six hits,
and I'll buy the dinners. I'll buy two din
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