Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-07-06

wholly pleasant His galantry in offering to help her
up the step had not only been gratultous 1t had been
litte-if that idea didn't too ridcuous-conde-
scending. He had taken very frank stare at her at
first, and had shown an exaggerated soicude tor her
comfort onlv after he had decided he liked her looks
She had met young Russian Prince once, with man
ners exactly like that. They were bad enough in a
Prince, but In motorman-
She wanted to ask him if the would take her to
the hotel; but decided to take chance on that rather
than on opening conversation he was showing Oh
over an old man carrying sack OF potatoes
The old man was philosopher, though, and 1t ap
peared he wanted to take the car He dumped his sack
the platform, with "Huo, SAM" to which the boy
responded with military salute.
"Lookin' fer little excitement after yer auty-
mobile?" he asked.
The boy shook his head. Martin had to go to a
funeral this afternoon Bile Arnitages so they made
take his rum"
He stopped short there to take on a young matron
with baby carriage, who had signaled him from her
front gate. "You getting busy, Sam! she said by way
of greeting as they got aboard
Pamela moved up seat, in order not to miss any
of the conversation the front platform.
at is sort of exciting though, the boy went on
benjamin Franklin would be at home all right with
this machinery; but it seems queer to anyone else
"Your father ought to buy some new cars, the old
suggested.
"You wouldn't think so if you could see the hole in the
annual report where the dividends ought to be- never
dare make touch for two weeks after that comes IN
The young yawned he said this and to heighten
the effect left the controller and the brake to look after
themselves while he selected and lighted fresh cigarette
Il see by the paper observed the old man, that yer
dads gone to Chicago on business till Sunday"
The boy nodded.
"Keeps pretty busy nowadays, expect
"You bet!" said the boy.
oyer grandfather can't tend to anything, SUPPOSE
The boy let that go as something that did not even
need the commentary of shake of the head He seemed
to be getting tre bored But the old man ddn mind
Il amt old Peter Darve he pursued, for goln
Two he th b come sh out at all
all but one hand He doesn't know anybody or any
thing Gets more childish all the time. All he does
is to sit by window and play with the shade Keeps
it going up and down for hours
doc Allen still ookin' after him."
eyes, he around every few days Nothing he
can do, though"
The old man gave grunt, shouldered his sack of
potatoes, and prepared to get off the car HE was
great man, though, in his prime, Pete Darvel was a
CO. you see" Pamela wrote in her letter to John that
night after recountlng this adventure, 1T is per
ecty clear far Peter Darvel the big man IN this
town and when he lost his mind his ln-law-that
must be what Hiram Williams is-began to run things
And the grandson, SAM who II have mind to
lose, the trolley when the regular motorman
has to GO to funeral Don't you think it, likely that
Hiram found the half bill among the old mans papers?
That would account for his knowing anything about
it and having to advertisements If that So
it is likely that he doesn't know any about his
half-bil, or how it there, than you did about
yours. And if the old man can't do anything but play
with the windowshade-
do you know, John dear believe can see him
doing it now? | writing this in my room by the
open window because II is not with only niue shade
droplight to see by, that out quite we'll
There is big house that in my walk this after
noon-quite the biggest in town. thnk-Just the other
side of the river with lawn that right down to
the water Up in the third story there lighted room
and that unusual enough because this little town
to have gone to bed with the chickens Well the
shades to the other windows in that room drawn
that just little light shows beneath them. But
there is shade that is going up and down. up and
down, all the time. And think that must be the old
man. 1t is little bit creepy, somehow.
"Oh, my DEAR my dear miss you $3.50 impossibly
more than thought could even this morning, when
away. l can't help thinking if you could just be