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

though until late one night when he staggered into my
front door with bullet in his shoulder. That want
the worst, either. He said he'd killed There
and he'd shot back. And before morning he told me
the rest. He'd lost lot of money and good deal of
it mine. Well what could do? He was like
brother to me- mind you. kept him under cover the
wife and nursed him until he well enough to travel,
and then put him aboard a steamer for England And,
after ALL it turned OUT the other fellow got well too.
But our business had gone to smash took what
left, and with little Tommy and his mother went
West I've been there SINCE working and scraping
to give Tommy the chance had once. Tommys had
it, and he's made good too So I'm satisfied"
Say, that was some of yarn to dig up from quiet
little old chap like Pa Jackson! I'd been folown so
close too that hadn't noticed how Lady Collamer was
takin it until just the finish glanced over to see her
with her hands grippin the chair and diff rent
look in her eyes,
@This young Engishmans name,' says she, swas it
Kendall?"
@Why, yes says he: @Bryce Kendall. You didn't
happen to know him, did your"
II did, says She @That my sons name before
he into the title and became Lord Colamer And
if you the Thomas Jackson named in his will, there
is still held in trust for the estate of Chipping Sod
bury in Devonshire."
"Well, WE'LL" says Pa Jackson. "Let place over
there, did he?"
"The finest in the county," says Lady Collamer. II
trust you will 60 back with and occupy it. 1t adj
joins mine, and I'm should like you for neigh
Dor"
@Why. thank you," says Pa Jackson, 3that's mighty
nice of you to say and guess you and I'd get along as
style In fact, the train thinking of taking leaves
in about"
Thomas Jackson" says Lady Colamer, @put-down
-that-bag! I'm going to have talk with Evelyn
about you and Why here she is now!"
W/ELL, say, it past my lunch hour, and as
w want strictly in this family love feast, hands
the package to Mrs Kent Jackson and slides
to where the fat butler waitn to shoe through
the door, And at two-ffteen presents Mr.. Robert
with the receipt I'd made the jew'lry clerk give
@Here, Torchy," he sings out @what does this mean?"
"Prce ticket on the chrstenin present, says sand
here's the change. Amt it right?"
"Rght!" he bowls. "Why, you scarlet topped young
imp, you've made send silver shaving mug to a
three-months-old baby!"
"Gee' says 1. $50 that shelf was for soap, it?
Well, maybe he'll grow to it, seem he's a boy"
the fact that I'm in bad with Mr. Robert just the
And it lasts until he blows in from luncheon next day.
Instead of his sammn' the gate and rushin past my
desk though looks up to find him standin there grin
min at me amiabe.
ave been having talk with Kent Jackson, Torchy"
says he
@Uh-huh?" says l. aSore about the Shawn mug,
was he?"
Hardly" says Mr.. Robert. "He thinks you're a
understanding about the way you smoothed matters
between his old dad, whom he thinks heap Of and
his wfe's aunt Now just how did you manage it,"
"Me?' says I. 3Why, it the old gent himself,
ten the story of his life without watn for the music
cue. All did mix in little at the start Honest,
Jackson pOt the pOOd hunch