Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-10-01
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR OCTOBER 1. 1911

why had to take charity room at the Rest. 1t was
ayes, yes, 1 know breaks in Miss Strong "And
this is the gratitude with which you repay our noble
work."
WITH that she favors with appealin' look.
w AS an inspirn' audience though I'm dead fail
ure Course i knew by rights ought to line up with
Miss Strong and the Rest for Worthy Workin Girls;
but somehow 1 couldn't do it. So l just leans back,
looks judicial and waves for her to go ahead.
"But at least" she signs, Il can keep on doing my
duty 1 must about this professor who rents love
charms. Seelig, did you say? Three flights up''
She was askin me- and gathers from the firm set to
her Jaw that she bound make trouble for
@Ah say" says l, whats the use boherin' old See
lig9 He's harmless old Motzer that wouldn't hurt
fv Good hearted too, from all | hear,-always slip
pin dime and pat on the back to down-and cutters
he finds the park benches. know of moren one
that's tramped them stairs to thank him afterwards
And say he the cheerfullest music out of
violin you ever"
aPerhaps," breaks in Miss Strong; "but dealing in
charms is a misdemeanor. 1t is playing the igno-
of the lover classes. shall investigate and then
do my duty Come, Ruby!'
you've got this duty habit bad, amt your says l.
"GueSs I'll trOt along too.
"You will not be needed thank you" she shoots me.
Excuse me-" says l, "but this is where | butt in,
then. Old Seelg amt any special chum of mine; but
as long I've been rung in this affair might well
She didn't ike it bit, Miss Strong didn't; but was
Just enough stirred up to want to give old Seeg tip
before he made any break. So reaches the top landn
first and gives knock.
"Coom!" he sings out and in files, all three of us.
FUNNY little old gink, Seeig is He's eighty,
he tells me- though you wouldn't think it to look at
them bright eyes of his and watch the way he gets
around His whiskers and hair pretty well grizzed
I'D; but the spots where his cheeks show pink as
babys. He's sittn' comf'ta in old easy chair,
wearn' greasy, padded silk snokn' jacket, queer
little round cap his head and Chinese slippers
his feet. He has his long stemmed meerschaum be-
tween his teeth and his old fiddle cudded up under
his chin.
"Achi Mein lieber freund, McCabe" he sings out in
that hearty way of his. "Und ladies tool Ach!"
Il understand jumps in Miss Strong, "that you
have lucky charm, a silver fish, which you-"
mix answerin that, Seelig!" says l. "Nlake her
prove it."
aHave you, or haven't you?" insists Miss Strong,
THROWN glare my way
dts trap-look out, Seelig!" says l.
Them sharp little eyes of his travel from the
other of us; then with chuckle and bunch of the
shoulders he spreads his palms. "Ve, maybe it iss
so," says he. 81 will show you, anyhow. There!"
With that he produces little chamois bag and shakes
out the article we'd heard much about. It's good
imitation of fish, all right, with the scales the tail
jointed so it can be moved.
@And you say it is lucky charm, do your" demands
Miss Strong. pokin' at it with her finger.
LUCKY? says old Seeg, cockn his head on one side.
@Vel, dots how they dels me in Nuremberg ven buys