Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-11-14

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spcckicd terrier under your foot,
an after-diuner Scotch -and-soda at
your hand and 4 purring hickory i're
at your knees. you know how mayer
Higginson was feeling that evening"
He liked a steak and a baked po-
tato and fried eggplant. and he hao
eaten them for his dinner. He Akeo
a good days work, and he had done
il. He liked to get to bed by eleven
and he was going to-
you know. old man." he SAID 10
Kim the terrier, its going TO De d
hard evening to beat-this one
Kim nodded soberly. He thought
so. himself. though he did not; as
rule, care for bed at eleven. Pu' IN
loved Thayer Higginson.
AS Thayer sank back, reachlns
COMFORTABLE for his glass, ms eye
royed appreciatively over the Wa,ts
of his sitting room. There %ere en-.
Durer engravings he had put ms M
prize money into; there was the toH
" old family clock from 1edna n.
there were the mellow-hacked pooNs
from the old library his father hau
been so generous with .,,
Take them along, Thay: 5hey w ~
d furnish nn,ir S SS aa rSem sonny anS boy
YES. it was a nice place. a iivaoie'
iovahie place: the only way Tor
man to live who wasn't married: H.,
He opened his book eare IL the
smilsa at the a des sippins began
zone fine morning in the iuii Ion
don season. Maj Arthur Pendennis
came over from his lodgings. acco.u-
ing to custom. to breakfast at Ger.
tain club in Pail Mall. o. . ~ "'
Three loud and hearty bangs on
,be door brought Kim bristling 70
his feet and his master clapped,to
the book with a scowl he sI,oieS S
onansd the door very deliberately.
Rms bringing forth three more hearty
hangs from his impatient guest; =.
"There. there" he urged: re. II
go at that. won't you? -. I'm mere
What do you-oh: IT'S syr you the au-
thor of the banging: cit certainly Is.
Hicsy. old pet, I hope you're giao yer
tran YOU look, Here I am. an tns
way from Detroit. Merry C nrls,.imaS,
Well. we'll. we'll, Evenings at home:
The bachelor chez lui! For heaSens
sake. is this the best you can DO!
CIT was good enough II r 10. men no,nt.
minutes ago. Sdi0 AA.S
eddy.
You always were the soul Of hos
pitality. and none knows it better
than John Todd Jackson" his guest
assured him. fervently. since you
coat and wait while you change your
clothes But don't be too.
"Now. look here" said Thayer,
<raspins :Pendennis' firmly. I'm not
going anywhere tonight, ana you
might as well know 1t n nrss a. '1 ~.
v wny home So isn't IT,
Melody stays in Detroit" John
answered amiably. that's what it's
for. But I don't see why you don't
live there-or anywhere, for that mat.
ter-if this Is the kind Of thing you
1T is the kind Of thing I like to dc;
Thayer. obstinately. 'T had to go to
Harvard with you. John, but that was
my misfortuns-not my Iaa ss.. It'd, aS
Won. Go and find somebody from
kansas City or Buffalo. and join their
merry sports"
you're a merry sport. aren't you
Mr.. Jackson interrupted. colby: lung
hosts hand ana dislodging II; "Fen-
to read Pendennis.' did you?"
you talk about that to the Kansas
City lad. Johnny" said Thayer. firmly:
,d,i supP 90 st yeqse going to see some
were going to see Them" John an
swered coaxingly. Now. Higgy.
my dear. it stands to reason that's
what you do in New York-doesn't
IT,
at stands to reason that's what You
do" countered Thayer. because you're
from Detroit. No, live here, and
don't have to- can stay at home.
Mr.. Jackson sank heavily into the
t l5eT seot teS.ass snar asse a
''Oh, we'll" he said. elf that's the way
you feel about It. Til stay. Of course.
VIM you read to me. or shall I read
At that his host rose. cursins. and
dashed to his bedroom. Mr.. Jackson
smiled at the fre and pulled Kim's
ears till his master founced back In
q dinner coat. pulled on an ulster.
lighted a cigarette and put out the
the coy room. doubly aiiuring in the
dying frelight. as he followed the tri-
umphant John out Of the door. He
never slept in those rooms again.
II was at 59th street that Thayer be-
less and untechnical methods Of cross
ing our congested avenues practiced
by his friend. John, liberated from
the cautions Of home life. pranced
across streets. lodged motors. insulted
truck drivers and pirouetted around
disguised traffic policemen.
Some one Of these gay evenings you
won't get to Detroit. you know"
ThAyer sco1ded. looking warily to left
and right with the practiced vertebrai
twistings Of the New Yorker. There's
a way to do this. you know. Jack. and
q way not to. Look out. there!''
He stepped back to give q nearing
truck plenty Of play. utterly failed to
see q sudden taxicab whir1ing around
the corner. felt q quick blow on his
afr with his legs thrown out like
jumping jack. Several seconds later.
apparently, he descended to the street
level with a violent crash. hitting the
back of his head heavily. All traffic
seemed to stop instantly; several bells
He lay. bent at curious angles which
he was unable to adjust. alone in the
middle Of the street. John, who had
skipped nimbly across ahead of him.
had skipped out Of his life. it ap-
peared No one spoke to him.
There's been an accident" he said.
aloud. and very clearly Anybody
hurt?"
Lie still. sir" and some one he
could not see squatted near him.
guess. doctor? I wouldn't risk lifting
him into the machine. Easy. now
Just go limp. sir-we1l manage It..
yes. it does MY legs broken"
CUES alive. at any rate. All ready;
one. two. three. All right. we've
got you"