Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-05-18
CONTINUED FROM LAST sunday
TIME two old fellows looked up,
blanked OF eye.
"Who Is this guy, anyhow"
who, Shalmaneser?"

"Ye-ah."
''He was one of the kings of Assy-
tia"
well. say! I thought maybe he was
that new Dutchman who's after Hans
Wagner's left mitt."
"Frightful Ignorance" grumbled the
shirt waver.
Clausen smiled. "Shalmaneser was
born thirteen hundred b. c.
THAT lets me out" declared the un-
regenerate one. whats the matter
with writing one of his descendants
and putting the bet up to him? l
wouldn't lose any sleep over guy
that's been dead all that time"
Old Clausen laughed. II am sorry
We walked you. Mr.. Grogan."
"Passed by the censor" replied Will
liam, punching his pillows anew.
sleep? Well. that's reasonable"
mumbled Greenwood. dropping his
shirt indifferently to the floor. But
still l contend"
"Low bridge"
The cabin became as silent as the
tomb of Shalmaneser himself save
when roller broke on the metal
sides of the ship under the open port.
or course. william had to recount
this little adventure the following
morning, and thereupon had a1is first
glimpse behind the corner Of his school
teachers past.
cant you see the pair of them row.
Ing over every tombstone they come
to? If there's anything left Of the
Tower of Babel. believe me. some
bricks are going to be missing. What's
1t all about? Who cares? Thirteen
hundred before Christ: some past"
wouldn't you be interested to know
how they got water up to the hanging
gardens of Babylon, there in the des-
ert? Wouldn't you like to know what
machinery they had. how they manu-
featured their cloths. made their
weapons. lived. worked. and died?"
why, sure 1 would"'
We'll. your ancients. as you call
them. are endeavoring to find out
these very things. to learn IL human
ity has really progressed in all these
centuries. My father was a scientist
and spent most Of his time trying to
ind some method of overcoming grav-
ity' or ncutralizing 1t. There is no
other quest so interesting as that
pursued by the man of science. the
explorer. What hardships accepted
unmurmuringly! For money? No.
Great scientists are dreadful spend
Thrills. They ask for nothing but the
fact itself. and most of them die in
poverty. My father did; and he never
found his fact"
I'm sorry. I suppose it's because
I'm young, alive and hungry three
times a day. You never ran across
young archeologist. did you?"
Mot that I can recall" she an
swered. smiling suddenly. After all.
she had no right to lecture him. She
could have stated her facts without
unnecessary heat.
80 you've had to fight for bread and
butter, the same as have?"
eyes," And the little corner of the
cuTtdIH lcIls " uc SlITTcu uO more
that day.
William figuratively heard the tinkle
Of falling glass. His captivating ro-
nance lay shattered at his feet. She
was not a rich mans daughter; she
was the daughter of a man who had
died in poverty. 1t took her down
from the stars. but on the other hand
1t wrapped her in fog Perhaps the
clerk in Cooks was wrong. after all;
perhaps she wasn't running away
from anything.
On Monday afternoon there were
games; and with his usual enthusiasm
William entered each contest. win
ming the pillow flight astride a spar.
He wasn't afraid. to laugh. and his
roars could be heard above the gen.
eral laughter. He was like a boy of
ten in enthusiasm. but behind this
was the strength of a lion and the
agility OF leopard. For the
rest of the afternoon he was a
hero to the children. who fol-
lowned him about the deck and
when he sat down. his legs crossed
tailor fashion, and told them bloody
pirate tales. his conquest was COM