Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-02-17
ny ADELINE CARnICK HVBLLs

my story, leastways 1t amt got
much" Henry went on. 81 don't
know why IT is, but the minute L
get to tellin' Il story my mind runs
around in circles, an I get clear
of my subject, no, no, no, ha, hai'
If you get to laughing you'll
never get 1t told" said Davie,
anxiously, promptly receiving a
poke from Dorothy, who whispered
to him to try not to be rude.
"Shucksl He amt rude, Miss
Dorothy. I'm the rude one" pro-
tested Henry. THAT laugh o.
mine'l get me in a terrible fix one
O. these days. 1 can't seem to man.
age IL, nohow.
But to get back to my story
My father used to smoke a old
corncob pipe that I never wanted
to try, it smelled so bad. He used
to hold it out to me, jest for fun,
an say, Here, Henry, take puff.
But l used to duck my head an
could ever git the habit O. smohin'
anythin' as smelled like that. An
my brother felt the same way as 1
that we'd never catch ourselves or
each other srnokin' to the longest
day we lived. Funny little tikes,
We were" And Henry smiled a
little wistfully as he paused for
breath.
Il can see us now, with our blue
overalls and old straw hats" he
went on, after a moment, looking
into space. Bonnie, he had SO many
freckles that the boys all called him
'Gingersnaps,' an he didn't care a
tall. He jest laughed all day long,
that boy did, an then, when-but
there ] go, a gettin' clear away
from my story agins Why don't
you Jack me up when I go Off like
that"
II liked It," said Dorothy, looking
into Henry's eyes and patting softly
the hard, wrinkled hand that rested
on the back of the surrey seat.
did your" Henry swallowed
hard, for reason that was not at
all clear to Davie, but which Doro-
thy understood quite well, "you're
@ blessed little bit o sunshine, you
are, Miss Dorothy. SILVER my tim
bers, If you amt! Well, to git back
to the smokin' part o. the story, we
couldn't stand that old pipe nohow.
But one day man came to see us
bout parcel o. land that my
father had to SELL An o. course my
brother an l KEEP standin' around
an listenin', which might "a been
rude, but was very MATERIAL for
CROWN, curious boys, wasn't it?"
Dorothy and Davie both agreed.
wall" went on Henry, that
man was a. smokin' a see-gar. that
smelled bout as fine as anythin'
O. the sort could. He rolled it
around in his mouth an took long
puffs, an when he blew the smoke
1t came out in big, round rings,
which my brother an l thought
were wonderful.
1--WE KEEP a. watchin' and a.
watchin, an the first thing we
knew down went the see-gar on the
ground. an he hadn't smoked even
half of it.
Bonnie looked at me, an
looked at him, an each knew what
the other was thinlkin' about. Ben
ME, he edged over to the see-gar
and put his foot on 1t, and then
we lest stood still an listened some
more. After q while my father an
the man went into the house to
sign some papers, an then, quick
as a wink, Bonnie leaned over an
picked up that butt, an said, come
on, Henry! Have you got any
matches|
IT didn't have any on me-boys
never should have" Henry paused
a moment to gaze convinc,ngly at
Davie, who gazed back as b,andly
as If he had never played with
matches in all Of the six, nearly
seven, years of his life.
But it didn't take me q minute
to scoot around the side o. the
house to the kitchen, an reach up
on the shelf an grab handful
Henry continued, with a chuckle.
"Bennie, he was waitin' for me,
with the see-ear end held tight in
his hand, an then the two of scoot-
ed to the back o. the barn.
"'Lemme try 1t first l says, but
Bonnie, he insisted that 1t was his
turn cause he picked it up.
I'VE argued a spell. an then
agreed as we'd take puffs turn an
turn about, Bonnie an then me, an
then Bonnie, an then me-"
ITO be continued.)