Evening star., 1919-05-11


don't know how to sift 'em. read
Dumas good deal, Jules Verne.
Dickens, Hugo, James Whitcomb Ri
ley, Mark Twain and Nick Carter"
There was sly twinkle in his eye.
Il don't quite recollect Mr.. Carter"
"Aw, you haven't been school
teacher without running up against
good old Nick in between geogra-
phies."
But l haven't admitted that I'm
school teacher"
We'll, aren't you?"
He was direct young man. II see
that there is no escape. Yes, I've met
Mr.. Carter but I've never gone fur
ther than to stun him into the paper
chutes"
Poor old Nick! There's another
guy / like-O. Henry"
And why do you like him." she
asked, curious to learn why o. Henry
interested this young man who
worked in the cellar of a plumbers
shop. The whole affair was 30 rich
fit past his window for three years.
Well said the happy william. "he
never tells me anything l don't al
ready know. You see, l know his
people-friends of mine, nexb-door
neighbors, and all that"
She nodded Did you ever read a
book called The Life of Benvenuto
Cellini?'"
Nope"
1T is an Autobiography"
Nothing doing. When l read !
want action"
But this is like The Three Mus
keteers,' only it's real. It's the most
exciting book you ever read"
me for the wop.'
The what"
The dago."
"Oh. Where in the world do you
men pick up such wonderful English"
Now you're guying me. Well may
be ! am roughneck," said William,
dolefully. But I've taught myself
what know, mostly. went to school
until l was nine. and then l had to
hump myself Went to night school
for term, but that's the finish. And
here I am, taking the grand hike
around this little old walnut" There
wasn't any barrier here that he could
see; she was just what he always
imagined she would be.
Her interest in this odd specimen
of humanity grew. All goes well with
a young man who aims to better him
self, to improve his mind and condi-
tion, She could see in fancy the
scrimping and boarding to make this
trip possible. Had not she herself
fought for her pennies? Her ticket
and express checks represented the
savings OF years. In one mad mo-
ment she had taken the plunge clos
ing her eyes to the inevitable rainy
days OF the future. When she return
ed she would have to begin life all
over again. Well, so be it. At least
one dream should come true.
III you like. III get the Cellini book
for you.' she said, impulsively. She did
not know his name, but that did not
matter. She knew that his eyes were
of the right sort.
She swung off the chair, a 1.-the.
graceful young woman, something
more than pretty something inde-
scribably different from any woman
William had met before; and yet he
knew that she was a school teacher,
that she worked for her bread and
butter the same as he did. This fact
leveled the barriers, effaced any So
cial dead lines 80 far as he was con-
cerned.
The mills of the romantic gods be-
gan to grind again. There was no
doubt in his mind that she had come
from fine race, of people, and they
had willed the come down" to her.
He didn't mean the Sunday newspaper
kind money and all that 1t was what
these writer's of books called breed
ing, something which did not arrive
in one generation, but which had to
go through the refining process of
many generations. He was quite GER
tain that he did not possess it, nor had
his father, nor his fathers father
Honest, hard-working, self-respect-
ing people--they hadn't been any more
than that.
He ran his newly manicured fingers