Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-07

Miss Mandriver strangely her trust, put
her hat and gathering up handful Of proofs OF her
book biography of Sanitas himself, went forth 10 call
upon her publishers
Sanitas played on bouncing his germ proof ball up
against the white tiled wall of his little yard Without,
in vacant lot not far away rose sounds that would
have 1rked the soul OF common youth-the voices OF
small boys quarreling at their play, small boys WILL
But Santas needed them not for they not Of his
world. Then suddenly it happened.
Something crashed through the awning over Santas
head, and fell with thud upon the erracotta floor of
the yardsomething round and in general appearance
akin to his baseball but in color how different Brown
muddy, soied fTlghtfully, 1t menaclng object and
Santas gazing it with startled eyes, recoied He was
on the point Of calling Miss Nandriver when something
else happened. On the air burst shouts and cries.
"Whered it go?'
@Over the fence! Chase it, Blinker!"
The voices came nearer, outside; then something
heard scramblng against the fence. The next mo-
men Santas Mortified gaze was fixed pair OF gr1my
hands clutching the top of the wall followed by mud
dy shoe and tatered stocking ending IN bare knee
Then leg of very frayed pair OF knlckerbockers,
and lastly the rest of figure which drew itself to the top
of the wall and gazed with peerg eyes under the avn
ing into the yard.
It was boy Santas was quite sure of that One of
the unfumgated, germ bearing boys he had seen
through his windows He gasped and fattened himself
against the tiles Of his WALL hoping that the intruder
small boy looking for only one thing, the dirty
ball, and his sharp eyes sped it. Into the yard he
eaped grabbed the ball up, and flung it wildly over the
fence, attempting to follow it. But the white tiles
were slippery than the boards outside and there
no friendly back to give "boost up. He looked
about wildly for garbage barrel to climb but OF
course there such thing in SantaS back yard.
And then his eyes fell on Sanitas.
In his desire get the fence he passed the
strangeness Ito n) in heros appearance. He saw
only means to escape.
"Hey, Kid, he called with beastly familiarity, give
us boost up and git on, will yer?'
"A boost up!' Sanitas shrank within himself! Touch
that horrendouS thing, crawling with bacteria! But the
request was repeated this time with nsisence Sanitas
stepped forward After all would it not be safer to get
the dreadful creature out of his sight than to allow him
remain there spreading pesence? With sudden re-
solve he stopped behind the frantic boy to lift him
up. The leaped on his back his shoulders the
muddy shoes swarmed his white linen jacket, and
the boy up.
"Hey" he called from the top of the wall, "come on
up yourself!'
Sanitas looked up There sat the other, one leg
thrown over the wall, while his grimy hand reached
down to help his also to escape.
Was there single unregenerate strain somewhere in
the perfect entity Of heroo We only know that he
hesitated while from without cries of "Come on.
Blinker!'-@Git yer' Blnker could daily no
longer He started to disappear over the fence And
then Sanitas forgot himself, and said:
1Sav!"
aWell what is it?7 demanded the hurrying Blinker.
"Can you-can you come back?"
"Sure-wait till sides I'M" And he gone.
CANITAS, like one in dream, gazed with fascinated
= eyes at the spot where Binker had gone Had
it really happened? All, yes-there the white tiles
the marks of dirty hands Santas to them,
and with his white linen sleeve rubbed them off heed