The Washington times., 1911-06-08
By JOSEPH SHARTS


chopped them whiskers often my
| chin" commented the soldier. and
brushed a hand across his sandy stub
BILE of beard.
I'm never forgive you," she cried,
| for not coming sooner. You must
have known I'd be in dreadful sus-
pense-after what you told me that
night"
miss"-rolling his gray cap round and
round on his thumb, he turned his
eyes downward at the carpet-"a
! heap of times"
Then, why didn't you come around
| before?"
You never told me where you-uns
| lived"
| And how is it you did come to-
| night? Did Lymus really find you at
| last?"
'Lymus?"
"les; my colored servant He has
| been hunting for you"
I hain't seen no Lymus, miss"
! Nor my advertisements?
Did you sure enough put my name
But please sit down" She was so
excited that she did not notice how
few of her rapid questions received
that night at the tavern" she bubbled
on, 81 was almost convinced. for
little while after you were gone. that
you were a real Yankee spy"
= "Eesm, l seen l was gettin' toler-
| able unpopular" he smiled.
But now l must ask you to forgive
| me-please! All my doubts were dis
PEELED next morning, for the troopers
captured both spies. OF course then
| saw how unjust my suspicious h'
been. l was so glad l. hadn't given
you up to that terrible man who spoke
out side the door"
"Yes'm. If Bledso'd cotched me,
| he'd a lit down on me like death on
a sick parson."
Wasn't it fortunate you got away!
But won't you sit down." She sat
down herself to put the rude noun
taineer more at his ease: and he slow
ly settled himself on the edge of a
chair opposite her and laid his crutch
she, tell me what you've been doing
since you came to Richmond"
"A heap of things. Part of the time
l was huntin' a job:
Have you succeeded"
Il got kind of job. 1t moutn't
last long. 1 don't reckon"
What is it?"
Night watchman," he drawled. "in
a warehouse down yonder TO Rockets.
II was plum good luck. The regular
night watchman done ketch the
smallpox"
But then you'll lose that place when
the regular watchman gets well?
"Thar's a right smart chanst he'll
her Mortified expression his keen eyes
twinkled. although his mouth re-
manned sedate. IT'D be mighty con-
venient."
talk seriously. Let's hope you'll not
need to depend on another's misfor-
tune Perhaps some of my friends
or relatives can find you permanent
place want you TO let me try:
Won't YOU? What sort Of work would
you prefer"
Never for a moment during this dia-
logue was the little woman forgetful
of her brother and the strange state
ment Potts had made concerning him.
But she was trying to be very diplo-
matte: she wanted to approach the
all-important topic in the proper way.
If Potts really knew something, her
best guaranty for his tesufving in
Floyd's behalf, she felt, would he his
gratitude and confidence won by acts
of kindness.
What sort OF work would you
like" Della asked again.
IF wishes was hosses," said Potts
after solemn reflection. "hav would
he a thousand dollars a ton, I reckon.
1t amt what I want that gifts me nv
vittles, but what I can do. And I'm
doin' Just about all I can do now"
"Then you don't want ANYTHING bet
ter? I'm so disappointed. for I want
ed to get 1t fDr you"
well as far as wishes goes-please
don't laugh, miss-Td like to be one
of them clerks in the departments
or somewhars, they-uns that earns
their livin' settin's on a stool"
But that requires quite an educa-
ton"
"Yes'm. I know hain't got no book
larnin'. but YOU see it's this wav."
With sudden emphasis he dropped his
cap on the floor and leaned forward in
his chair. "Since I mashed that hind
hoof, things looks different to me. I'll
never be no wonder on the gallon
again nohow. Even with two legs II
was all I could DO to find number one
in vittles and clo'es. And it's goin
to be powerful lively scrimmigin' bv
and by to git enough to eat, II I don't
I'arn TO work my head. I tell YOU I
just got to git a desk Job What
goods legs to they-uns"'
But 1t would take a long time.
months and months of study. before
you could do even the simplest cleri-
cal work"
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