Evening star., 1918-04-14

himself was busy, perhaps polishing nis
horny forelock or reclovening his hoof.
which surely must run over at the heel
during ali the centuries that its owner
has wickedly hoped around on 1t. At
any rate. he did not sneak up behind
Slimmy and whisper temptingly in his
ness and blue denim. ran up in front of
him. Say. mister. you amt doin'
nuttin'i Come over an help! A horse
fell down and turned over q load of
coal. and dc traffic is gettin' blocked"
Slimmy came with alacrity. 1t rang
good to his ear. this appeal to help.
The wagon was turned on its side and
the horse was PROSTATE. The driver, a
stocky man with big beefy face. was
down beside It. christening harness
dozen others, culled from the bystand-
ers, Slimmy fell to. the wagon was
righted. the coal gathered up and the
horse helped to its feet And then
slimmy looked .perple1edly at the
driver. who stood by. moppins q sweaty,
red forehead. You ain't-are you-''
Slimmy paused in his stammerinR,
The driver ceased the brow moppfnR
ana looked Slimmy up and down. Then
fo,ea ne said cheer enssrfuily: Murphy Of the
me-" slfmmy's wide eyes were curious,
Why did Iquitr'-indulgenly. well
Ia just as soon have stayed on. had
a good beat most Of the time. But a
ponceman pr. ma got killed by a gang OF slug
ABOUT It? No"-in surprise. Gosh. i
tnought every one read It'll And INV
w1fe got all worked up. Kept expeotin
me TO come home killed every morning e,
And she nagged so and whimpered so
that finally it got on my nerves 40 7
gave In to her and started a coai-and-
1eed business. This Is my own team !.
with a touch Of pride. i've been shor4
OF drivers Tor week. But say-where'd
slfmmy flushed.
.ns nMsurghy inspected him with keen eyes,
III remember. Just out?"
Slimmy admitted it.
"a. hope that fool horse didn't strafn
think it walks stif?'
sl1mmy didn't think 30.
murphy. had clambered to tho seat
oul ne got down to examine the kneA
Er-there was an officer named Jen-
'.Yes. poor devil. said Murphv. I'm
going to try to get around to see him
this week. Only flfty-two and rot To-
comotor ataxia- No cure. they say. We
took up collection for him. Poor old
Jenningsi There was lots OF folks that
never liked him. but he was q pretty
fair old scout. Had his faults of course,
but who hasn'tT"-plaintiveiy,
Not any one."' admitted Slimmy,
That certainly Is hard lines"
well. Of course. If he hadn't got sick
he would have been sent up for graft
ing" added Murphy candidly. $50 ]
guess he was lucky at that After
they'd shelled out for the collection,
some of the boys were sore when they
learned how well heeled he was Burch-
kins yelled to get his contribution
back
'Burchkinsr'
'Of the s2d street station He's pulled
out now. Retired on his pension and
bought q pecan grove down in Georgia.
he wrote me letter the other day
and he says he's doing we'll. Well
much obliged. Good LUCK to you.
Murphy drove on Slimmy walked on
A headline and a picture in q news
paper on a stand caught his glance
Same high. impressive neck. rising like
scroll of parchment out of the col
lar. the same cold. tired eyes. The
headline read:
'Noted Jurist Dead"
slimmy read the column of biography
Of Judge Pickney; there was a brief
resume of the important decisions
handed down by him during his judicial
career.
II dunno as he would have remem.
very thoughtful1y, and raised his eyes
from the paper in time to meet those
of George Swanson. Swanson was Just
as hulky, just IS big boned. just as
Sullen as ever. Perhaps tr1fe more
sullen than Slimmy remembered him.
"H-hello." said Slimmy, wishing that
the fellow had not recognized him.
..H-hello," said Swanson, sullenly.
Slimmy looked uneasily past him, and
wished he could get past.
I'm busy" said Swanson. emphati-
cally.
Are you?"-uneasily. "well-rm
not"
Swanson eyed him sullenly. The for
mer friendship between them was not
exactly in evidence. why aren't your
asked Swanson. Let me tell you
slimmy plucked up courage to talk
plainly to Swanson. Not that he wish ed
to hurt his feelings, but truth was the
best Don't tell me anything" lie
begged. 'T don't want to hear it,
You're going to hear 1t whether you
care or not" firmly said Swanson. Il
don't want you hanging around me!
I'm not going to be dragged down again
by you! I'm busy-at hard. honest
job. None Of your business where or
what. / advise you to follow my ex-
ample. I promised my mother not to
take up with you again"
SIimmy, Indignantly. why, 1 was just
going to tell you"
Save your BREATH" ordered Swanson
I knew your time was about up and
hoped to dodge you"
Il like that"-angrily--when ! was
doing my level best to dodge you
That's all Hghtr' Swanson wore .