Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-06-06
CHAPTER XVII-Continued.

1T not unplcturesQue-a Fellow Win a
private barrel spending his money that
way. I must get him to send in few
punches of his parishioners to hear the
orchestra at our expense Our fat and
waddling rich don't know symphony
from canvased ham. anyhow. Our
chief hope for the fine arts lies In people
who draw their dividends in yellow en-
velopes at the end of a long. hungry line
Of the horny-handed I'm disposed to
think Paddock may be deeper than ap-
pears. I've about concluded, myself, that
the people we know-the prospecting Phil
istines We see in the clubs and in each
others houses-are a dreary rotten pore
The human race has really been decadent
ever since it dropped by its tail from the
ancestral breadfrIit tree and wiggled into
it's first trousers.
You feel that way this morning be-
cause YOU had to dress i'm sleeper with
out your usual BATH. \ shower VIII set
YOU up You're always rather savage
when the luxuries of civilization are cut
off,"
YOU never can tell when man is 60
ing to need the consultations of religion.
resumed Wngfield. reverting to Paddock.
Here I am turned into the 1orucs,
which means that | have crossed the
side of the mountain. My last photo
gra phs cost me double-such a lott OF re-
touching to keep me from looking like
wrinkled monkey. People arc beginning
to pick lint off Of me-a sure sign OF age:
The seeds Of mortal disease are abroad
in nv system. At night / often hear a
stealthy step behind-the ancient destroy
er taking my measure. In getting ON.
My old popularity as best man and light,
footed usher is waning. and I've passed
tn l.
bearer list-a frank recognition OF my
senility. The jump from being the gay
usher at a church wedding and hnding
aisle seats for all the prettiest girls, To
marching in behind some poor devil VINO
gone the long road-it jolts, my dear
boy"
THAT'S what you get for being so re-
spectacle. l haven't had any chances 70
carry the white ribbons since my hrst
wear at home. My social career stopped
a h,1,ptlv at about 3 am. that morning [
cruised in from the country In my nrst
motor and hit a bread wagon.
.'The popular. construction placed upon
that act always seemed most ungener
ous" unused Wingfeld. 1T was deed
of noblest benevolence. not a freak Oh
inebriety They are still picking up the
buns you scattered from the Allegheny
bridge-bread cast upon the waters turn
ing up away down at New orleans.
have always thought if l were to go IN
for that sort of thing | should attack
milk wagons. They say most OF our milk
is impure, anyhow
II suppose Wirgfeld continued. re-
ga ding with frown speck of SCOT on
his cuff suppose Mrs. Craighill will
have a good time in Boston watching her
husband at his gambolings with the
saviors Of the republic
Il dare say. replied WAYNE. rising anu
looking at his watch. winch REMINDS
me that | must go up to the Office and
sit On the lid.
Winefield rose al once. Wayne recent
attendance upon his office had puzzled
him. Sobriety and industry. as pfactlceo
Inv Wayne Craighill, offered food for re-
lection: he was afraid to comment upon
this new course in the usual terms OF
their railery: he refrained from remark
ing upon it at all for fear or breaking
the charm-whatever it might be-that
had ERECTED this change in his friend
He stood at the window of the reading
room and watched Wayne disappear to-
ward the Craighill building.
At noon Joe reported at the Cralehlii
offices. having brought the car down os-
tensibiy to carry Waynes bag to the
house. but in reality to make sure that
his employer had returned IN good order
IT guess I'll run up to the house with
Won and get some clean clothes, joe III
he down in a minute.
Toe satisfied by his inspection. fingered
a moment at the door.
We'll" demanded Wayne, glancing up
again. 1000 .;,.r,
1.-The what?' .,,
The wilder = Mrs. Craishill = she's
home
This was Wayne.s first ACQUAINTANCE
viii, nickname bestowed upon Mrs.
Crai.hiu hv Joe. and derived. it appeared.
from Joe's pretended belief that woman
who ht,' marries Widower becomes widow.
Home When did she get home?'
"Oh. she never went. She brought
her trunk to her room 10 pach' pu' passeu
it up
THAT will do, Joe.
AS the door closed Wayne threw him
self back in his chat, and stared out at