Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-05-25

men VINO DulIt TINS Ola EOnuoia, pIdtc
by plate. rivet by rivet, didn't know
any more about Shalmaneser than
Kelly's goat2 Ny interest Is in live
things. yours In dead. Yet my work
Is OF more use to human beings than
yours is.' .tt.
Indeed! And what is your work."
snapped Greenwood, not particularly
relishing Williams directness.
I'm a plnmber."
Il judged it might be something on
that order"
''Is-that-so? Yeah I'm plumb
err. help keep out dirt and disease;
] put in bath tubs. lay water mains.
sewers, and do the job well. Did you
ever stop to think. when you turned a
tap on at the top of the forty STORY
building, that it was a nifty bit of
work to get it up there? What's the
Himalayas to that" Inwardly Will
liam added, Now. back away from
that. old stick in the -mud"'
Old stick in the mud said never
word, but his companion spoke up.
young man, thanks for the rebuke.
Each man has his niche. his work.
And what matters, so long as he does
it We'll? Don't you say so, Arthur"
well, yes, Henrik. Perhaps I'm a
bit impatient at times. And maybe l
judged Mr.. Grogan as an idle young
man. Suppose we call a truce and
try to understand each other better?"
Sure" agreed william, rather
proud of having tanned the old fire.
eater.
CT Snnka
up, a thrill in his voice.
There's Africa. Arthur"
"Where?" cried William. Africa,
King Solomon's Mines. She. and Allan
Quartermain. What was more nat
ural than that he should conjure up
these mythical tales, which was all
the history of Africa he knew any
thing about? where is it,"
See that dun colored cloud? Well,
that's the foreland."
Say, I'd like TO see Africa the way
you two have. Ever read King Solo
mons Mines?" William asked shyly.
"Oh. yes. A mighty readable fairy
story"
well. say. Next thing you'll be
telling me you've read Old Sleuth.'
Old stick -in-the mud chuckled.
well. maybe ! have"
Good Lord! Now ] know you're
human"
Laughter has dissolved more enmi
ties, dissipated more gloom, welded
more friendships than all your philos--
ophies punched together And wheh
this odd trio caught .nelr breaths,
they were friends
Immediately one began to talk about
Africa, about deserts and sand-buried
cities, the wonders of antiquity, ad-
venture upon adventure, quite as re-
markable as anything William had
ever read. ..
The first bugle for luncheon took
him to the port side again. He had
forgotten all about Gibraltar!
"Amiable lrishman, Arthur"
Eyes, he is, Henrik. And / rather
liked the, way he brought about that
bit relative to the water pipes" ~
Aren't they a wonderful people?
Did we ever 60 anywhere without
finding one. of them building some
thing-railroads, bridges, canals,
harbors: working. and fighting and
letting the other man carry off the
monty dHu tuC glory ~ tuc SuHc,
Arthur: you and ] know. 1t isn't Mr..
Grogans lack of education that irri-
tates you; it's his youth and all the
game that's before him.
perhaps that is it,
From the ietty tender to the old
gun galleries and back again, from
this crooked street to that, past old
landmarks bristling with deeds of
vaIor William and his school teacher
wandered. After coming down from
the echoing galleries the two had
drfted away from the others ard gone
investigating on their own account. 1t
was impossible for her not to catch
some of his enthusiasm for everything.
the motley, picturesque Africans, the
Tommies in their smart jackets. the
swart. stocky Spaniards. the donkeys
ploddng across the neutral ground
into Spain, the gray monsters in the
harbor. the real rock which appeared
SO peaceful and yet which they knew
to be SO sinsterly alive.
Frequently she heard him murmur,
and perhaps he was quite unconscious
that he spoke aloud: And there is
Gibraltar. and here is little old Will
lie Grogan" She understood. A
dream. which once had been numbered
among the impossible things, had
come true. And when he found the