The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1914-10-16

| uilu USIOI6 IuSy really hu6W WnaC LQ6y
were doing. Nor did it fail this time.
| The f1accid face of the lunch-wagon
man expanded into broad grin.
That's it," exclaimed Pedro
| That's what?" asked the man, grow
ing serious again.
"Oh, don't spoil it," cried the, lad,
that smile is just what you need
to attract customers!"
| This time the man laughed.
WELL" said he, what is your prop
osition, young one?"
! "T have some friends with me-" be-
| gan Pedro; "all those over there and
the bears. We are all hungry, see?
Now 1 will paint you a picture on the
side Of your wagon, and also 1 will
paint for you new sign; and if, when
have finished,t you agree that the
sign and the picture will bring you
customers in the future, you will feed
us all, not forgetting the bears, eh?"
! The fat man considered long time
before replying, and Pedro watched
him anxiously.
WELL" be said at last, "the old dog
wagon couldn't look no worse'n it do
now; an my stock what l have laid in
will get spoiled IL it don't get eat
You can have try, young one, if you
like"
"Hurrah!" said Pedro, and hurried
over to tell Nita and the others.
A musty hardware store that also
sold grain and lumber, furnished a
| few crude materials. The fat man
paid for them, and Pedro carried them
over to the cart and set to work.
please, one thing" he begged of
its proprietor, don't you look till all
is finished"
"All right" agreed the man, "Ill sit
here, just inside the door, and read
outer the paper till you're done"
| Pedro answered nothing, but gave
glance at a little mirror that hung
just opposite to where the uncon-
scious Mr.. Lovejoy sat, whipped off
the old green coat and began working
| frantically.
| The proprietor settled himself on
the little stool near the door, and,
faithful to his promise, unfolded
pink evening paper. Cautiously, and
speaking not at all, Old Nita drew
near, leading Mr.. Jones. They sat
down in the dust beside the step and
watched Pedro in silence. Then came
Beau-Jean and Koko, followed by
Gunny, who settled themselves beside
the old woman. Before half an hour
was gone all the town, for the first
time in the lunch wagons history, had
clustered before it's door. AS for Pc
dro, he had forgotten that there was
world which might come to cape
and criticize. He was working.
But if the painter was unconscious
of the crowd, the proprietor was not
Twice he wanted to move, but dared
not; and as the crowd increased, SO
did his impatience.
For half an hour longer or more Pc
dro worked, glancing now and then at
the little mirror just inside the door,
in which Mr.. Lovejoys unconscious
face was reflected. There began to
be an occasional tittering from the
crowd, and then, later, spontaneous
bursts of laughter.
when kin 1 come out?" cried Mr..
Lovejoy at intervals, and
wait" commanded Pedro. Fever
ishly he added the finishing touches to
! his production, and then at length
stood back and invited his patron to
descend. AS the fat man came down
the steps there was a little burst of
applause which he was at loss to
understand until he stood before his
transformed place of business.
All the old lettering, already faint,
had been obliterated, and in the CEN
ter of the largest space was portrait
head of himself-a large, laughing por.
trait, just like him, yet irresistibly
merry. 1t was face at which one in
stantly smiled in sympathy; indeed it
wore the very smile to attract Gus
TONER'S" as Pedro had said. Over this
extraordinary production Pedro had
painted in neat, black letters:
|. Lovejoy
Eating Is joyful