Evening star., 1921-08-14
MIR. DOWNEY SITS DOWN

out in the papers and losing me my
best customers! Whaddye meap?"
Back came the retort from Jacob
IF / didn't say it to you then, you
big lobster. I say it to you now. All
that the paper says I said 1 say.
Whatll you do about it?"
"Hah! YOU! Myers snapped his
fingers in Downey's fiery face ani
Miss Lance's path to the Hilldale
School next morning took her past
three post boxes. Into the third she
dropped note that she had carried
from home. Mr.. Sloan would find
her message exceedingly brief. al.
though Cor perhaps. because) she had
spent hours in composing it.
Dear Sir:
I regret to discover that you lack
moral principles.
ANGELINA LANCE.
Just before the last bell. the jani-
tor brought In prisoner for her
custody. Willie Downey's head was
bloody but unbowed; three sew
enth graders he had vanquished in
one round They guyed me" said
Morning prayer and song waited
while teacher and pupil spoke ear
nestly of many things; while the
teachers eyes filled with tears, and
the pupils heart filled with high re.
| solve to bring home the base ball
championship of the Ashland Public
School League and lay 1t at Miss An
gelina's feet, or perish in the attempt.
| II r X
THE A. Lincoln Wilbram prize went
to a small boy named Aaron Le-
whisky, whose English was ninety
nine per cent pure. Little Aaron's
essay was printed as the centerpiece
in Wilbram. Prescott & Co.'S page in
the BEE; little Aaron invested his
gold in thrift-stamps. and the tumul'
and the shouting died.
Miss Angelina Lance sat alone every
evening of the week. True. Mr.. SloaE
, had tried to right the wrong; he had
called Miss Angelina on the telephone
which he should have known was an
inadequate thing to do: he had also
sent a ten-dollar banknOte to Willie
in care of Miss Lance at the Hilldaie
school, together with his warm 1eii-
citations upon Willie's success as
litterateur. Did Willie know thai
| his fine first effort had been reprinted
with proper credit, in the great NEW
YORK PLANET?
| True, too. the illustrious d. X. T
had written Miss Angelina an abject
apology. most witty and poetic TAX
| ing all the blame to himself and more
| than exonerating his high -principied
| friend Mr.. Sloan.
| But the bank-note went back to Its
donor without even rejection Slip;
and d. X. T.'s humor was fatal to his
clients cause. CHASTITY are they who
Jest in the shadow Of tragedy. Mr.
course; Miss Angelina had not thought
it of any use to tell them of the sword
| which they had hung up by thread
above the heads of the Downeys.
AS for Jacob Downey. he limped
about amid his hardware in the base
careworn. haunted of eye, expecting
the house to crash about his ears at
any moment. One does not with i'm
punity publish the wife of ones en-
ployer as lazy loafer.
The A. Lincoln Wilbrams had serv-
Mr. Wilbram said Mrs. Wilbram. one
evening:
"It is the strangest thing. In the
last month I've met scarcely a soul
who hasn't asked me silly questions
about Nudge and his diet. Mrs. Trevel-
yam and everybody. And they always
Mr.. Wilbram was reminded that
while coming home that evening with
a package in his hand he had met
Trevelyan: and Trevelyan had inquir-
ed, Whats that? A bone for the
dog?"
Tomorrow" said A. Lincoln. ''Tn ask
him what he was driving at"
What was the package% queried
his wife.
He fetched 1t from the hall. 1t had
come to him at the store that day by
registered mail.
"From Hildegarde." said Mrs Will
BRAN, noting the Los Angeles post
mark. Hildegarde was honeymoon
J ing among the orange Ef6VeG. Wrote
the happy bride:
Dear Aunt and Uncle:
Charles and l see by the paper that
Nudge is hungry, so we are sending
| him little present
What can the child mean. Abe?"
Don't ask me-" he answered. "Un-
do the present and see."
They loosened blue ribbons and
wrappings of soft paper. and disclosed
| link Of bologna sausage
Maddening? 1t might have been. If
| Hildegarde had not thought to inclose