Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-26

thinks of me- wouldn't dare to guess, and even if
1 hadn't called her Lady Cucumber, l expect Oh,
Lordy here she comes now!"
HE'D heard the rustic of stiff silk and the heavy
IL step on the hardwood floor as soon as l had,
and he'd grabbed his bag and hat before you could
think twice. But at that he too late; for there,
loomn' up solid and massive between the draperies,
is fat purple faced old party with hard, cold look
in her eyes, gain at us stern and disapprovin':
Under one arm she's luggn fat, wheezy, little old
pug dog, and she reaches for her lorgnette she
drops him the floor Pa Jackson stands there
starin' at her with his mouth half open, like he'd
been sq1h hyRno otze ho ,,; sa,;n+ hin; 4hat
odious person again"
"Yes'm, says he, bowin' awkward.
@Humph' she he! snorts; and then, turnin' to me-
she snaps out, "WhO are you, pray!"
"Guilty," says 1. II mean I'm just Torchy. Hon
est Lady, don't belong to the family. I'm waitin'
to eave Ghrstenin present for the kld o,,
"Yep,' says 1, number two."
"Humph" she snorts again, and with that she
sails between us towards the conservatory the fat
pug wheezin' along behind.
Where the Boston bull terrier had been concealed
all this time expect I'll never know; but he must
have been on the scent and layin for PIGGY for all
of sudden he scoots through on the jump, lands
the pug with all four feet and his mouth open,
and for the next few seconds the libr'y was an ex
citin place. There was growls from the terrier, and
hows and kys and toenail scrachin by the pug, with
wringin her hands
Being right the spot it up to and Pa Jack
son; and must say that the calm way the old gent
dove in and grabbed the terrier by the neck all to
the scientific Between my puin away at the pug and
Pa acksons pryin open the terriers teeth with his
fingers, the heroic rescue made In record time.
Having his fun spoiled in that fashion made the Bos-
ton bull ugly and he starts in to chew up the old
sports wrist But Pa Jackson dog tanner from
up the creek He proceeds to shake off the pup and
he drops him he executes neat kick as if he
star punter college eleven. And by the time
the yelps had died out the terrier gets the
attic and the butler and three maids has been sent to
lock him up and the pug has been restored to the pro-
tectin' of Lady Collamer, the old girl ready
to extend her vote of thanks There's denyin, too
but that she did it generous and handsome.
"And so," she says, after that's off her mind, 3you
ayes, Lady Cu-Cull-" begins Pa Jackson, tryin to
make society bow and get the straight at the
same time.
"Coamer" says she, helpin' him out "And for
Heavens sake stop bobbing your head that way! Sit
down too, both of YOU"
WE'LL we sat, Pa Jackson only venturin' to squat on
the edge of his chair, and still holdn' his hat
"Now tell me, Mr.. Jackson" says she, "why you
incoming about the house with that travelling bag? You
not thinking of leaving before the christening
ceremony, were your"
-er-ye-e-es," says Pa Jackson.
"What!" she explodes glarin at him.
@No, no; not at ALL" says he. Il -er-that is"
@Ah, back up" says l. breakn' in. @You know you
were beating it; you told me so.'
"Ah-ha' says she @And for what reason, 1 should
like to know"