Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-06-10

Just after O'Clock that evening. Il
shall always believe In mustard plas-
ters-mustard piasters and hot-water
believe he'd have lived till you got here
Il do not!"
"MarEaret." called Mr.. schoneld from
the open door Of bedroom. Margaret,
whore did you put that aromatic am
monia? Where's Margaretr
But he had to find the aromatic spfrfta
Of ammonia himself. for Margaret was
not in the house She stood in the dense
shadow beneath . maple tree near the
street corner, guitar case in her hand
and she scanned with anxiety . brtskly
swinging above revealed this figure as
that of him she awaited. He was PASS
ing toward the gate without seeing her
when she arrested him with q fateful
whisper.
"Bohw
Mr.. Robert williams swung about
hastily. why Margaret"
pered hurriedly. IT was afraid IL father
happened to md 1t he'd break it all to
what forr' asked the startled Rob-
ert
"oh. Bob" she moaned. II was wait
you'd try to come in
"Tryw exclaimed the unfortunate
young man. quite dumfounded- Try to
come"
yes. before / warned you. rye been
waiting here to tell you, Bob; YOU
you ia stay away from even this
neighborhood. far away"
Margaret, will you please"
It's all on account Of that dollar you
gave Penrod thfs morning" she walled.
First, he bought that horrible con-
al IN
But Penrod didn't tell that ="
"Oh, waitr' she cried lamentably.
Listen! He didn't tell at lunch, but he
got homo about dinner time in the most
we'll! I've seen pale people before. but
imagine it-not unless they'd seen him.
And he looked SO strange. and kept
making such unnatural faces and at
first all he would say was that he had
eaten little piece Of apple and thought
But he got sicker and sicker, and we
put him to bed-and then we all thought
he was going to die-and. Of course. no
little piece of apple would have-well,
he said he'd had a dollar. He said he'd
spent it for the concertina. and water
melon, and chocolate creams, and lico-
rice sticks. and lemon drops. and pea
and raspberry lemonade. and pickles,
and popcorn. and ice cream, and cider,
and sausage-there was sausage in his
pocket. and mamma says his Jacket is
ruined-and cinnamon drops and waf-
fes-and papa said, Who gave you that
dollar Only he didn't say 'who-he
said something horrible, Bob! And PEN
rod thought he was going to die, and
he said you gave II to him, and OH IT
was just pitiful to hear the poor child.
Bob. because he thought he was dying,
you see, and he blamed you for the
whole thing. He said II you'd only let
him alone and not given It to him he "a
have grown up to be a good man-and
now he couldn't! never heard anything
so heartrending-he was SO weak he
could hardly whisper. but he kept try
ing to talk. telling US over and over it
was all your fault"
In the darkness Mr.. williams facial
expression could not be seen, but his
voice seemed to indicate suppressed
emotion.
'Is he's he still in much painr'
They say the crisis Is past" said
Margaret, but the doctors stil up
there. He said 1t was the acutest case
Of indigestion he had ever treated in
the whole course Of his professional
practice"
"of course. I didn't know what he'd do
with the dollar" said Robert.
She did not reply.
He began plaintive1y. Margaret, you
don't"
i've never seen papa and mamma so
upset about anything" she said, rather
primly.