Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-05-05

neither tramp nor thief told you that
all l wanted was two-mnute talk with
Flash Burrill, and that"
HHere, you'll breaks ]. Scott hasty, the
turkey red color Spreadin' ova- his face and
an ugly look comm into his eyes. @Clear
out now! Another word, and l II run you off
myself Get!"
And it sure was a strikin' tableau, this
big, full blooded pluto, standin' there glow
erin threatenin' at this limp specimen in the
old corduroy pants and the torn coat and
the faded blue shirt. But, groggy and sick
lookin' as he was he still had grit enough to
look ]. Scott square between the eyes and
smile his contempt. That's what got me,
too.
aAh, say, Burrill," l puts in, whats the
harm in givin' him his say? Maybe it's
something you ought to hear"
give heard enough from him." snaps
]. Scott. @All l want is for him to get off
my place
that's within your rights, too says |;
3but if he wants to unload a hard luck tale,
blamed if don't give him a chance myself.
Here, old sport, come on out IN the public
road and get it out of your system on me-"
SEEMED to jar Burrill lot, that propo-
sition did, and after watchin' us start for
the gate he follows. Il must warn you, Nc
Cabe, says he, @that this fellow is no good.
He-he's liar!'
3Maybe," says L; 3but your sayin' so
don't prove the case"
"You don't mean" says ]. Scott, that
you would take his word against miner"
"Can't say until I've heard it, says l.
3Let's have sample first. Come now, Mr..
Man! Who are you, anyway, and what's
the row about? Spit it out!'
@Davids is my name, says he, 3Alexan-
der Davids"
well, Alec" goes on, whats the par
ticlar trouble, where'd you acquire the
shaky knees and that saleratus complexion"
@Florida,' says he, quiet like.
@Eh?' says l.
Fourteen months of it," says he, @trying
to live in swamp and working twelve hours
day with grub AK
"How careless of you, Alec!' says l.
@Why, didn't you know that swamps are
unsanitary? Who rung you in on game
like that9"
aThis gentleman, says Davids, 3Flash
Burrill."
1Now, see here!" breaks in ]. Scott. @I1l
not stand for"
aTut, tut" says l. aPublic seance, you
know, on the free highway. You deny the
Flash part of it, do youo"
"He can says Alec. "He's been known
as Flash Burrill for years, in Chicago, Den
yer, and Kansas City"
"You lie!" snarls Burrill.
mot so rough!" says 1. Question Of
veracity, that's all, and declare draw.
So we'll pass that point. Now what about
this Florida business, Alec?'
@Why," says Davids, ut began when l
read an advertisement, Why not own an
orange grove? Send for circular You've
seen them, | SUPPOSE
ayes; but never bit, says /.
Il did," says Alec. "You see, was in the
insurance business; that is, held book
keepers job in the audit department. Per-
haps you know what that means?"
HUNDRED month, or so?' says I.
Hundred and ten, says he, with mighty
poor prospects of ever getting any more.
Not cheerful outlook, you know, for a man
with wife and two children We had had a
hard winter, too, and the wife had had a
long siege of the grip, and had just skipped
pneumonia by hair and-well, about then
an aunt of mine died and left me little
windfall, about five hundred dollars 1t was
next day that we saw this orange grove ad."
$50 you sent for the CIRCULAR" says I.
Il could hardly post the letter quick
enough" says Da,-ls. @And when the cir
cular came we Sd. half the night reading
| it. AnyOne would 1t was what might be