Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-02-15
BY SEWELL FORD


like true shecpherdcr. The fms will not SQUAD
pretty
Pinckncy stare, him puzzled for minute. ana
then turns to me. Shorty. says he. you're Cet.
What do you make Of him,
@My guess that there's skirt in the background
says l.
"Oh-ho," says Pincl,ney-
Touched" says Larry.
Pinckney aims the cigarette him. re.,lar<ia
savage. The story your life Come, now"
AIRY spring, that wlstful, twsty smile OF hi. and
goes 1t happened here, eight years ago. as
on my way No. s. I'd picked up beastly feve-
somewhere, and knew not soul In your blessed city.
So wabbct, into hospital and let them tuck me awa,
in cot. Now grin blast you. Yes, she of the
day nurses, Katie McDevitt. No raving beauty, you
know Ah but the starry bright eyes of her. the tender
touch Of her soft hand and the quick under her
white capi 1t wasn't just the rnushy sentiment of
convalcScent either. Three grand weeks afterward
waited around going walks with her in the park taking
her foolish steamer rides sending her flowers notes
candy We were rare spoons and she good
she witty There an idyl for YOU Then, wler
| woke up day-whv, away without a word,
What else could do, / was bound for Australian.
sheep ranch. And there went. Since then wins
per Of her. By its quite likely she's the wife Of
some lucky dog 81 doctor and never gives thought.
So why shouldn't 90 back:
Because. you crack-braled Irishmal SAYS Pinef-
ncy. when you're not Numbering some sucl.
idiocy this. you're the most entertaining good-for
nothing that graced dinner table spread the
joy Of life through dull drawing room. Cone home
with me for the weekend, anyway
I'll not" says Larry. I'm a pauper.
will you 60 with Shorty. them" says Pi.ckney.
@At times he's a, absurd as Yourself
He, not asked me, says Larry.
GNIy tongue, drippn with it, says l. 4 had
cousin come over from Kerrymull. You'll be wei
come"
~Done' says Larry. and for board and lodging
! Il sing YOU Bayshone after dinner.
50 hc did too. and if you've heard it we'll sung
you'll know the lump had in my throat as listened.
Also had him tell Sadie about Katie NIcDevtt; and
when he'd made friends with little Suly and the dog
could have kept him for year and day
Put that Sunday afternoon, while swirgn
out Of the front gates for walk, stops to let
liou sine whizz by, and gets glimpse of wonans
face through the windows.
Lord love YOU, McCabe!- says Larry, grppin
BIZ the arm "but who was that
In the carr says l. NO but Mrs. Sam Steele
@NIrs. did you say says he.
&The rich widow says l. that lives in the big house
over the Shore Drive I pointed it out.
"A widow, says he Thanks be. Shorty, she's the
one"
sNot your Miss McDevittor says l.
@Eo other, says he. I'D swear it,,
&Then you're nutty in the head Mr.. Larry Bolan7
says l. for I've known her these years. and
heard Of her being an ex-nurse.
@Shc might not to boast of it, says he Rich,
did you say!
~Near a million they say. says l; which don't fit
in with the idea does it,,
4 couldn't mistake Katie AIcDevitt,~ says he, wag-
gin hi, head rnulisll. But who this Steele
bcggar3"
she moved here after plantn' him West somewhere
says |. One Of the big lumber crowd, I've heard.
Sadie tell you more"
Thanks. says he; Sbut I'll have it from Katie her
self Take there
"Eh," says I. @On chance shot? I'd look well,
wouldn't T."
But you must says he. sNow!'