Evening star., 1921-08-14

n tho meat shop. A footsore little
man was he. All day long. six
days q week for twenty-five
years, he had stood on his feet,
trotted on them. climbed on them, in
Prescott & Co., and still they would
not tougher; still they would hurt:
still to sustain his spirit after
o'clock he had to invoke a vision Of
slippers. the Evening Bee. and the
youngsters. To the picture this even
ing he had added pork chops.
The woman next in line ahead Of
him named her meat. Said the
butcher, with a side glance at the
sympathy of Mrs Downey and the
clock, "A crown roast takes quite
while, lady. Could 1 send 1t In the
morning?'
No. the lady wished to see it pre-
pared. Expressly for that purpTse
had she come out in the rain. To-
morrow she gave a luncheon:
First come. first served" thought
Jacob Downey, and bode his time IN
patience. feeling less pity for his
aching feet than for Butcher Myers
Where was the charity in asking
hurried man at five minutes to D
o'clock to frill up roast that would
not see the inside of the oven before
noon next day?
to him who waits on fallen arches.
and telephone calls are another
Scarcely had Downey.s opening come
to speak for pork chops cut medium.
when off went the bell and off rushed
Butcher Myers.
Sharply he warned the unknown
that this was Myers meat shop
Blandly he smiled into the transmit
ter upon learning that his caller was
Mrs. A. Lincoln Wilbram.
counter the following social intelli-
gence was presently inferred:
That Mr.. and Mrs. Wilbram had
Just arrived from Florida; that they
had enjoyed themselves SO much;
that they hoped Mr.. Myers little girl
was better; that they were taking
their meals at the Clarendon pending
the mobilization of their house-ser-
va3ts: that tney expected to dine
with the Mortimer Trevelyans this
witt propricty be brought home from
a h ,tel. but not from the Mortimer
Trevelyans: that there was utterly
nothing in the ice box for poor
chow dog purchased by friend OF
Mr. Wilbram's in Hongkong at so
much a pound. just as Mr.. Myers pur-
chased live fowls: that Nudge now
existed not to become chow but to
consume chow. and would feel CRATE
full in his dog heart if Mr.. Myers
would, at this admittedly late hour,
send him two pounds of bologna and
. good bone: and that Mrs Wilbram
would consider herself under deep
and lasting obligation to Mr.. Myers
for this act of kindness.
Mr. Myers assured Mrs. Wilbram tina t
1t would mean no trouble at all: he
would send up the order as soon as his
boy came back from delivering beef
steak to the Mortimer Trsvelyans
He filled out slip and stuck it on
the hook.
"Now, Mr.. Downey." he said.
briskly.
But Jacob Downey gave him one
tremendous look and limped out OF
the shop.
TT was evening in the home of Miss
Angelina Lance. Twenty-seven
hours had passed since Jacob Dow
ney's exasperated exit from Myers
meat shop. The eyes of Miss Ange-
lima were bright behind her not un-
the face of the solemn young man
in the Morris chair near the reading
lamp.
In his hand the solemn young man
held three sheets of school compost
tion paper. AS he read the pencil
writing on page 1 he lost his gravity.
Over page he smiled broadly. At
the end of the last page he said:
ID. X. T. couldn't have done better.
May I show it to him."
In the office of the Ashland IN. j.
Bee the solemn voting man was known
as Mr.. Sloan. At Miss Lance's he was
Sam. The mentioned D. X. T. con-
Quoted the celebrated "Bee-Stings"
column on the editorial page of Mr..
Sloan's journal. his levity being Off
set by the sobriety of Mr.. Sloan. who
was assistant city editor.
On two evenings a week Mr.. Sloan
fled the cares of the Fourth Estate
and became Sam in the soul-refresh-
ing presence of Miss Angelina. He
was by no means ner only male ad
,nirer. In the sixth grade at the Hill
Gale public school she had thirty
others; among these Willie Downey
whose name appeared on every page
of the composition Mr.. Sloan had
read.
With a host of other sixth graders
throughout the city Willie had striven
that day for prize of ten dollars in
gold offered by the public-spirited
A. Lincoln Wilbram. of Wilbram.
boy essay on moral principles.
Moral principles, gentlemen: that
is what we need in Ashland. How
many men do you know who stand