Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-06-09


l could take them to an editor and
sell them for him."
Both Mr.. and Mrs. Bunker were
greatly touched by this evidence of
love on the part of the sweet-eyed
girl.
Didn't he poet off no po'try?" asked
Mr.. Bunker
I've been there night after night.
sometimes all night long" said Miss
Darty. land he hasn't said a poem, or
of sense. Listen"
She opened the notebook at random
and read:
Granite foam curling picked
boots Oh! my hard boiled head. Can
hard-ooiied pickles turn back the
boots! Boots with granite foam
cartridges! Subscription pencilsr"
MY, oh. my" said Mr. Bunker.
The poor fellow"
Amt it sad?" said Miss Darty and
think of me sitting there, hoping and
suffering. and him saying nothing but
things like this: Submarine goats
doth not yes yet. Or why fertile
rocks? Fertile fiddles in Texas boots.
Fertile re granite fddles both ways
pickles boot hard boiled heads?
Eternal pickles beat best Or worst!
Liverwurst"
They were the disjointed ejacula.
IONS OF delirious man. and dear old
Grandma Bunker sat with a daxed
expression, trying in vain to fnd
sense where there was none
Dear me" she exclaimed. "It
sounds as bad as that there Tough
smoke poem Mr.. Chubb read out to
poor mani"
At these words Mr.. Bunker sudden
" heightened himself in his chair.
AIS little eyes cleaned with thought:
ms toes sought the carpet slippers he
had allowed to slide from his feet.
Gee wiIlikins" he said. II swan
to goodness if you want about right
2 when you said this crazy stuff was
IS bad as that Tough Smoke po'try.
1 couldn't tell the difference, I
couldn't. Bout how much Of that de-
!irium-tremens stuff have you in your
book"
Pages and pages and pages of it,"
Miss Darty answered. Why"
I've got sort of idee could use
1t IN my business" replied Mr.. Bunk
er, providing you could write it out
nice and neat. and start line with
big letter every few words. 1 guess
money for it. How about a, hundred
dollars for all you've got wrote
downy'
"Yeu are not in the publishing busf-
ness, are yeu?" asked Miss Darty fear
full lest Mr.. Bunker might wish to
print the mess of nonsense over Mr..
Chubb's name. You won't print 1t
with Mr.. Chubb's name? 1t would be
awful ii he recovered his senses and
discovered his name attached to any
thing like this"
NO, ma'am," said Mr. Bunker ut
may be I'm doctor interested in
studying delirious words. and it may
be I'm a connoisseur and getting DIP
. collection OF de!iriurs. and more
likely I'm in the bunko business and
want to bunk somebody. No, ma'anl,
l wunt use Mr.. Chubb's name no mat
ter what I do with the words you
Miss Darty hesitated
"a hundred dollars is a great deal Of
money" she said. Mr.. Chubb could
"1ell you what I'll do" said Mr..
Bunker. "I'll split ffty-ffty with Mr..
Chubb whatever l get, and his name
wun! ne mentioned. What 90 you
say"
than a hundred dollars for Mr.. Chubb
is you divided half and half?" asked
Miss Darty
well ma'am." said Mr. Bunker. II
reckon that I'll get a thousand dol
lars for that stuff or l wunt get
cent. And don't you be scared I'll
hurt Mr.. Chubb any. I'll let you into
the inside of everything, If you want
to. so you can s-ae that l don't mis-
treat his name any"
II was sure SHe Stlii heel.
tated."
step out into the hall a minute"
urged AIR. Bunker MA don't allow
business talked in her ROOM
When the brief talk in the hall had
been concluded, Miss Darty's eyes
beamed with happiness. Mr.. Bunker
had confessed to her that he was a
bunko man and had outlined his idea
for using Mr.. Chubb's meanin gless
words. Miss Darty. instead of going
to her room, seated herself at Mr..
Chubb's door again and jotted down
more of his rawlings. She could not
hear quite well through the door,
but what she wrote down was some-
thing like this:
Cows! Copper cable cows in up
right unision. Beloved horizon
tails laughing. Teeth demurely OBJ
ovoid in wrath wraiths wrathing.
Wrapping paper depends. Wrap
ping paper monuments. Wrapping
cows in horizontal cable-teeth
Bitter cows; better cows. Better
cows: bitter cows.
Slowly the words ceased as Mr..
Chubb repeated over and over: Bit
ter cows; better cows; better cows. Bit
ter cows as if he meant to repeat it
forever. There was silence. The door
opened and the nurse came out.
you still here?" she said HE is
asleep now. for the first time-sleep-
ing normally. He should get we'll
now"
Miss Darty went to her room in a
haze of happiness and slept SPLEEN
didly. The next day she rented a
typewriter and began tipping Mr..
Chubb's mutterings from her notes.
1t took ten evenings, and the result