Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-11-16

AL, MISS, II hetS Illttl bSiiSl Ntlcil tploh1
~ up the Runasongs school at Red Ant
There come day when Mcpherson spoke
for all when he said:
1--WE reckon, Fiddler, we sabe all we've got
to teach. Well blaze our own trails from
now on.
"'Hi've pide my lawst hounce' bleats
Cockney. The bloody tryl to White 'Oss
his hopen, an the dime may be mykin away
hany minute! WHAT
"'Hooray' shouts the Painkiler. Lesh
grad'atep 'Scusin' the drunken beasts con-
d1tlon, MisS-what never can, but what
must show to make my words convincin.
"'Don't throw yerself down, whatever We
do warns the Fiddler, his face sort o
strained an worried like The widder is
stuck on one O. we gents She's goin' to
White Hoss, now the trail is workin' to git
some new buds; then she's comm back to
be asked in the proper manner. But We must
hold yer tongues till she gifts back-which
same is her wish An as he turns aside he
gives me most KNOWN wink.
"What's more, he managed to havea word
in private with every man afore he quit the
room, presum'b bly, about payin' for the last
lesson. An when he passes me he whispers,
Keep it to yerself, We lucky fool!
AN what was curious, only 1t dldn' seem
so till it was too late, by the time I'd asked
the boys to name theirs every man in the
room was keen to do the same trick. An
Mcpherson refused to take any money, say
in the drinks was on him. From which,
Miss, We may DEUCE that the serpent had
crawled amongst us most prolific like. An
I'm sorry to admit that several persons went
to bed that night in a scand 'lous condition.
"Where's the Fiddler growls Big WEIGH
next morn1n' as he packed snow on his head
while waitin' his turn at the bottle.
"''E was mykin' grite pace fer the wild
der's shack when e left me lawst night,
groans Cockney.
al seen fresh sled tracks in front O. my
shack when | come out at two o'clock this
mornin', thinkin' it was time fer the bar to
open, remarks One an a Half.
"Whereupon we give each other long an
searchin' looks an went out to find the F1d
der He had vamosed; likewise the wild
der. By the time posse reached White
Hoss the two was spliced an beatin' it south
with quite few thousand dollars O Runa-
songs school funds. An that was the finish
O the school at Red Ant
GOODNESS! My lecture!" gasped Nurse,
- consulting her watch in disnay.
(Which same Runasongs school is con-
nected with this hospital an my coming here
in search o repairs, gravely returned Sin
full. "The first day struck this town | wan
dered into feed house, an sees an old ac-
quaintance in a man in a white jacket. |
waited outside till seen him slip into Car
tvs for a drink, when trails him. Hefting
stein quite careless like, asked:
'Rememberest thou the Runasongs days
at Red Anti?
"When the perlice come we both said we'd
been hit by big motor truck, and they
fetched us here. How is he?"
"AIr. Plunkett!" exclaimed Nurse. "You
two had been fghtingl"
"Quarreling would be milder word,
sheepishly suggested Sinful.
"Quarreling!" scolded Nurse. "He with
two and you with three ribs broken, besides
various minor contusions. And the poor man
caught a bad cold, as he only had on his light
restaurant coat. It's settled in the joints.
"Only two ribs is shore some grief for me
to hear sighed Sinful. But ye're wrong
about it being settled in the j'ints Miss. 1t
started there, in Carty's But it was settled
in the alley back O Hogans.'
Its SO disgraceful, SO confusing! Why
did you quarrel, you bad Sinful Plunkett
who keeps getting into hospitals"
al thought I'd explained" said Sinful
"The other chap with the two busted ribs is
the Fiddler, Miss, him what run the Runa-
songs school at Red Ant