Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-05-21

the garden. and--w whispering then--of
the quarter Mr. Hudson was going to
give him every Saturday for shining up
the brass on his motor boat. which was
| to be put away for mothers Christmas
present-mother not knowing one thing
about it.
| Then. of course. that Jimson kid had
to come over to see the comply and when
mother came i'll from the kitchen she
| had him show off for Aunt Martha. He
played: he showed his pictures: spoke his
piece about the boy on the burning deck.
and was quiet and polite and all the
rest of it.
But if Aunt Martha only knew, He
wasn't a bit game" as father called it.
Jimmy had licked the stuffin' - out of
him yesterday i'll the orchard. Clever
kids didn't always stick to lessons. Some
times they borrowed things other fell
lows made. SO the Jimson kid had got
the loan of his catapult. which Jimmy
used in the garden, his target Bulls
eye. Jimmy had continued cutting kin
ding until a sharp yelp sent him flying
gardenward in time to see the second
stone aimed at Bob, his setter. For e
panorama of arms and legs. A very few
moments. That was the time it took the
clever Jimson kid to cry enough.
Ji,nmy's eyes blazed as he thought of
it row and looked at Bob, lying by the
fire, licking a wound on his flank He
.
wasn't wanted when the Jimson kid
showed off" He wasn't clever and gift
ed and all the rest of it, but he could
bring a human look of alteration into
the wound with boyish fingers whose
touch was as soft as rose leaves.
Suddenly mother asked, whats that
spot on Bob. jimmy"
Jimmy grunted almost inaudibly,
Sore
s.So COO. h,,t-Ob ho rhad wire as
usual. ! suppose" Mothers attention
returned to the Jimson kid. Jimmy cast
one look at him.
''How-Sore. jimmy Aunt Martha
glanced at him quecrly.
'Just-sore." he repeated.
Aunt Martha turned from him to the
Unison kid. 'Hew-sore. Algeron:' she
asked.
The Unison kid fidgeted uncomfort-
ably. Jimmy Slared at him in silence
and the Unison kid said not a word, but
presently evinced a tremendous desire
for home. And this ended Aunt Martha s
first evening as far as Jimmy was con-
cerned. for the hour spelled bedtime.
1t was funny thing to waken in
the middle of the night and hear Aunt
Marthas voice, and mothers. At least
he thought it must be the middle of the
night. But no-he guessed he wasn't
awake at all; he must be dreaming. for
Aunt Martha said: Jimmy not gifted
Why. to me, his gifts are royal ones
immense. | would rather he had the
single one he displayed this afternoon
sympathy and thought for mother-thar
all the talents you think wonderful ir
| that precocious Unison youngster. To.
| night his tenderness toward that dog
\ was beautiful, his refusal to peach on q
companion great He's true blue. thai
Jimmy boy is! He'll be like Jim, with
a nature as big as the whole outside
! Jimmy sat up very suddenly. OF course
| it was dream. Only in a dream would
| he be likened to Uncle Jim. He blinket
! into the darkness and saw nothing, We
the voice continued saying the dandies
| things. Let him alone on the music
and painting questions. he heard. Jim
wasn't musical. and he wasn't AN artist
And for PHYS sake don't set that jim
son prodigy up as shining example
Jimmy's got twice his brain power.
| He explained the process a fishing roc
| goes through before it's the completed
article SO beautifully tonight and was 81
interesting on the fishing subject that
| upon my word, my old craze for fishing
was revived. I'm going fishing with tina