Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-25

sufed into his accustomed place the supper table.
glad to be safe at home again.
GASES of this type represent large class about all
- Walled Cities Usually they TRUSTEES, who
paroled and allowed to about where they please
without being watched. One happy and contented
German citizen of this type, named Charlie Beaman,
had spent twenty years in the daily task of taking
of the garbage of his City, and incidentally IN shooting
millions of imaginary rabbits. While working away
happily his garbage the whitehaired old fellow
talked and laughed continually to himself at the sport
he having Now and again he would pause in his
and then shout, "Bang!'
If an officer happened to be passing at the time,
Charlie would up to him and exclaim geefully, Il
shoot ten tousand rabbits"
"Only ten thousand" the officer inquired, surprised
at small bag.
4Ten t'ousand million Charlie fastened to correct.
"Ten t'o1sand mion-at shot!'
So all day long the old man enjoyed himself working
and killing countless numbers of rabbits. Always he
killed ten thousand at the first shot, but if there
any doubling Thomases about he willing raise the
number gliby to fifty hundred tousand Million, as
occasion might demand His ideas of numbers were
apparently completely perverted but let garbage
less than the regular number be sent out or let any
other mistake the line of his regular work, and
it discovered that his perverted ideas applied
only to imaginary Objects particularly rabbits
A BOON companion of Charles. of about the same
age, who had spent years in the City and was
trusty, was Tom Walker, good-natured old Ir1shman
who believed that he the Creator His particular
duty, in which he took the greatest pride was caring
for the small porch and stone steps at the entrance to
of the buildings But never for moment not even
during the somewhat lowly task of scrubbing the
stones, did Tom forget that he was the Creator
"Tom, who your someone would ask him.
"Im God Sor," he always replied promptly
"And did you make this world?' they would ask.
Tom would always pause and smile at the ignorance
of the questioner. This word?' he would say scorn-
fully. Huh, Mon! This is of the smaller worlds
It's nithin" And then becoming confidential and
putting on his most persuasive smile, he would come
closer and whisper, "Have you a bit o tobaccy! And
he
back to his scrubbng, chucking to himself, happy
and contented deity.
ONE of the most striking lessons of the Walled Cities
- is the fact that such thing eternal vigilance
is possible There unaccountabe moments OF laxty
the part of everyone about every institution from
the trusted officer to the newest cub attendant
Not only moments, but days, and even weeks, OF APP
parent obtseness the most glazing lapses OF dscl
pine pass under the very noses OF dozen persons.
Then something happens the ooseness in partlcu
lar quarter corrected and things along smoothly
as before until another something occurs.
The finding of miniature dstillery few years ago,
running in full blast in the very center OF one OF the
Cities, where effective if not very paatable, rum
produced and doed out to the friends OF the rsty
citizen dstier, instance where the eternal vlg1-
lance of institution caught mapping. Curously
enough the still itself not discovered or It's exist
ence suspected, until the reckless tipping OF some
citizens who being returned to prison made It evil
dent that there must be some kind of acohoproducng
apparatus somewhere about the place.
The trouble began when the warden OF the prison re-
ported to the superintendent of the City that the men
delivered to him roaring drunk The suppose
ton that the officers who had had charge of the
in transit had given them liquor but this seemed
unlikely, and was practically disproved. Then the
warden finally dragged from the two prisoners con-
fession that cleared matters copletelyto the great
discontinue of the City authorities. For, guided by
the statements of the
two men, the officers
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