Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-04-28

why d1fferent!
II cheap man. Cheap man ikee cheap
gall"
aWhen a mans in love he's always cheap
Bung, because you've hurt me too much for
that If you want to know how much you've
hurt me, think of your wife that died in
China, and consider what you'd have felt if
someone had dragged you away, say, the day
before your wedding!" Tommy pulled his
hat over his eyes and started to go away.
aAh, yi-yi!s walled Bung. mist Tom,
solly, bad Chinaman. 60. l fetchee you
cheap gal back.
"For Heavens sake, don't start anything
more!" grunted Tommy as he faded among
the trees.
NEXT morning Bung was absent from his
~ accustomed haunts. A sulky girl from
San lose served in his stead. The family at
breakfast was silent; for Tommy had con-
fessed Bung's diplomatic error. No one
dared bait the young man on his adventures
of the heart, and gloom sat at the table.
Noon came Still no sight or sound of Bung.
Judge Oliver hmped over to Bung's rick
ETY. cottage. The door was tightly closed.
Beside the sill four tomato cans smoldered.
with punk sticks which Bung had burned
to the two-faced deity that makes black
deeds white again.
aBung!" shouted the Judge, tapping the
door with his cane.
No answer.
@Bung!"
Perfect stiffness. The Judge inserted his
cane in the crack of the shackly door, which
yielded with shrek.
On his shelfike bed lay Bung, his bare
soles toward the door, his face to the wall.
IT L ODD bod cOla Nv
over his shoulder
aWhat's the matter here?" asked the
Judge. .
3Mebbe l die!"
3You feel sick?"
aNope. too well. Mebbe die. wait
see"
Judge Oliver felt his henchman's pulse,
which throbbed with it's usual vitality.
you're all right. What makes you think
you're going to die?'
"Ah, Boss, how could damn fool am stay
healthy? Mebbe die pletty soon. Goo'by!"
he said with an air of 6nality.
The Judge walked away smiling, in spite
/ of the irritating complication. A lifetime
had taught him to forgive almost anything
in his presuming slave.
THREE hours later the Judge, walking by,
l noticed the door of Bungs shack wide
open. The place was empty. Its inhabitant
was, indeed, far away, many furlongs down
the County Road, just entering the pompous
gateway of the Holland estate with the hum
Bile mien of a pilgrim seeking salvation
through penance.
Miss Holland was sitting on the veranda
with a visitor. Bung brushed ithely by
Cooper the butler, who had rushed forth Of
ficiously, intent to stop him. Miss Holland
looked around in surprise from the girl she
was chatting with.
aWhy, it's divers Chinaman!' she said
in some confusion, as she rose and beckoned
Bung to an obscure corner of the porch.
missy Holland" began Bung meekly,
Excuse me, velly solly."
4Sorry about what3" asked the girl.
Il got say something velly sad. You le-
member that lovee-talk lettah fetch your"
Il remember"
aYou no feel mad, please. Mist Tommy
heap unreasonable boy. I tellee him you
muchee Itch gal, catchee heap money, makee
him velly expensive wifee, you mally him.
Yet he still make cly-baby noise, say, / no
care! / no want!'
mo want what?"
mo want you, please"
care you crazy?" inquired Miss Holland,
glancing over to the hostile Cooper, who
stood at protective distance