Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-12-05

ants out on the street that way" says
another.
And then gets a glimpse of this
| young lady sittin', dreary and forlorn,
| on a packing box, with an umbrella
i over her. It's Amy. So l pushes
! right in.
whats all this?" demands.
What's the matter?"
| oh" says she. lookin' up under the
! edge Of the umbrella. ITS you. is it.
| Torchy? lin SO glad some one has
| come
But what's the row. insists.
! they?
no" says she. doleful.s THE trou-
| Bile is they can't put us in"
"Eh?" says I, stnrin'. why not?''
She shrugs her shoulders pathetic.
but manages to work up tired little
j smile at the same time. ''Mathe-
matics," says she. -Four into three
! won't go. that's ALL
II don't follow you." says l. -Four
| what?'
-Four van loads into three rooms -
| says she. THE men tried it. but it
couldn't be DONE"
But why didn't they put in what
they could?" says I.
They did" says Amy. Every
room is full. even the bathroom. So
is the hallway. So is part of the cell
| lar. And this is the rest. Four van
loads is such an awful lot, you know.
Torchy."
II should say it was" says I, sur
veyin' the collection. But where's
Perry? What's he doing about it?" =.
II don't know where Perry isl
says she, sniffiin. "He-he told me
to come down here and tell the men
where to put the things. So 1 came.
I've been here for hours and hours.
I've done my best, too. But after they
got through unloading the first van
there was no more room left. Not
even for me. I asked them not to
bring any more. but the vans kept
right on coming. l wanted them to
take the other things back some
where. but the men wouldn't. They
then they had to unload the vans to
go on another job. And the building
superintendent was real disagreeable
about it, too. He said / must do
something with all this. and-;lnd I
couldn't. So there. And the men
dumped it here, and here am. IL
wish Perry would come"
yes. he'll be great help" says I.
He'll know what to do" says she.
He always does"
Then this is his big chance" says
L. And here he comes, with bunch
Of guests"
"Guests?" says Amy. gaspy.
"Uh-huh" says I. Didn't you
know? He's giving moving-in party"
How clever Of him." says Amy,
brigh.enin' up.
And actually he'd been off colIectin'
this crowd Of young people. Got SO
! interested in gettin' the right ones to-
gether that he'd almost forgot about
Amy and the movers. They arrives
chattin' gay and lively and it amt until
he sees Army perched on the box that
he suspicious anything is wrong. But
hcxAvu xun OH fnhn nut fIpn
tragedy for him.
Washington says I. "A hotel?"
Two Of them. should Judge" says
Perry. What dreadful lot of stun
-Four van loads! And you say the
apartment is full besides all this?''
Its simply bullying. Perry" says
] don't know what to do with it,
knew you would. though. when you
came"
"Um-m." says Perry. rubin his chin.
eyes. yes, OF course
well, WHAT" says /.
Just a moment" says Perry, regis
term deep thought.
might have an auction and sell of
the surplus" suggests one of his young
hick friends.
COR a post-election bonfire" says an
other.
But lot OF 1t Is such lovely old
mahogany" says one of the young
| ladies. "See this darling old highboy !!
And this drop-leaf English breakfast
table! Why, Amy! What treasures ="
Yes" says Amy. draggy That's
what thought until the second van
| load arrived. But one can't keep such
| things in the street. Please. Perry,
what shall we do with it?'
L know says he, cheerful. We'll
just sort out what we want and seil
off the rest. Now let's begin here.
There's a table that ought to do. Some
OF you move that one side. will you?
And those dining room chairs from the
top Of that heap. I wonder what's in
these boxes? Bedding or table linen, I
suppose. If we only had - ax or a
Ratchet now. Couldn't some one get
something Of the sort"
| Yes, some one did. One Of the fel.
lows dashed over to 9Th avenue, found
a hardware store. and came back with
| two hatchetS. The rest of US jueTled
| the stuff around as Perry suggested.
| But when we came to get the first box
| open we discovers that it's packed fun
| Of funny big Jars and odd lookin' clay
pots.
THAT Aztec stuff !" says Perry. mo.
we don't want that. Nail it up again
| and try that other crate"
But it's more Axtec pottery. i've
no doubt there are persons who'd be
| crazy about such junk" says Perry,
! but it fails to appeal to me. Put it
in the discards. will you?