Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-07-17

| way. and assuring himself that there
| was no vulgar passerby to see him
clad in the robes of sleep. he began to
trip daintily down the steps. He was
wearing very fine suit of pajamas. -,
The first step was negotiated all
right; SO was the second and the third.
| but at the, fourth there was a violent
slam" behind him. and he knew the
front door had blown shut. His heart
| almost ceased beating. for warrant
and absolutely barred this dignihed
| military man from his own home and
left him on the broad highway
street northwest-in the aforesaid pa
jamas in broad daylight.
He might have used brick on the
large plate glass front Of the door.
but that seemed a shame. The lower
windows to the house were all closed,
locked and barred, and while he was
gathering these facts in His mind he
costume. 1t must be, remembered that
here was one Of the city fathers in his
pajamas on the sidewalk, looking long
ingly at his own house.
Truly it was case of nobody home:
and paraphrase on another oft ex-
pressed situation: Not a bit dressed up
and absolutely no place to go.
However. the military instinct was in
a predominating mood that morning.
Making sure that it would be useless
to try to make the assault by a frontal
attack, the major began a retreat down
Q street in his pajamas and slippers
(you mustn't forget those). Arriving
at a convenient alley he made quick
turn and marched up that little by
way until he reached his own back
from that side, and it is related that
choice expressions of regret fell from
his lips as he became suddenly aware
that the gate was nailed fast. and that
the fence was unusually high. Also
there were nails. at the top OF the
fence.
Front and rear were thus unusually
well guarded. Yet this attack must not
fail. Somehow he scaled the fence. and
in scaling it his pajamas received a
However. the major dropped into his
own yard and surveyed the scene and
counted the chances of getting in.
He found that all the windows were
barred. The doors seemed to be made
of steel. A dining room window, which
was not nailed and covered with boards.
was several feet above his reach, but
fortunately a little shed had its roof
under that window.
Maj. Kutz found brick or stone,
and tossing this new engine of warfare
to the roof of the shed he began a
perilous ascent. BY Herculean efforts
he scaled this steep side and smashed
in window. However. he found that
he was still In poor pOSltlOn, as ne
could not reach high enough to I'M
latch the window, even with the broken
glass.
Therefore he had to leave his advan-
tageous position on the shed and climb
to the ground again. Fortune favored
him once more, and placed a soap box
in his way. This he tossed to the top
of the little shed, and by further SUI
perhuman efforts climbed up once
more. He stepped upon the soap boz
and was able to put his hand through
the broken window and unfasten it.
And then he climbed into his own
house.
But the worst of it was, he forgot to
bring in the newspaper that caused all
the trouble. and by that time it was
too late to read it.
Once upon time. as the fairy books
say, Connie" Syme, our agile and
mentally forceful young corporation
counsel, was private secretary to Sem
ator Faulkner of West Virginia. Fore
bodings of his Intellectual strength
were then becoming apparent, and the
manner in which he handled some of
the diplomatic questions arising in the
senator's mail would have made him
an ambassador had he chosen that
service instead of taking up the law.
AS many people know. a senator is
looked upon by some of his constitu-