Evening star., 1923-06-24

Go home to your bed and pray"
ously.
MacLachan regarded her gravely.
Fly, WITCH" he said. AVA wi ye
on yer broomstick / have a silver
bullet for yer life"
"Give me that pistol" she directed
Quietly but firmly MacLachan shot
her. At the same moment Old Sally
hit him expertly on the head with a
bottle from her market basket Mac
Lachan slumped forward and took
his whirling thoughts carefully be-
tween his two hands. II ha' done
wrong" he presently concluded. II
ha' murdered my aged an respectable
aunt in cold blood. TAX my weepon
an hale me to the gallus."
He passed his revolver over to
firm grasp. 1t was that of the Ouch
ess. She was bleeding very slightly
let had grazed.
Come home before you get into
trouble" was the lady's command to
the now cowed and repentant tailor.
who suffered himself to be marched
back to his Home of Fashion. The
following day deputation of us
marched McLachan around TO No. IL
to apologize. We could hear Nine.
Rachel Pinckney Pemberton Tallef-
ferr directing Old Sally to inform the
deputation that she sent her compli-
ments to US, and was not at home.
That's the high-toned way of say
ing she don't want to see us chirped
the admiring Mr.. Boggs between
qualification and apology. 'Aristo-
crat to the finger tips. Haven't /
always told you so?''
DUT there came a time when he
ID boasted less assuredly of his top
floor grandeur. One evening, in a
burst of confidence, he unburdened
himself to the Little Red Doctor and
me. Madam was. he feared. losing
interest in the lofty social sphere to
which she had been called. Seldom.
nowadays, did she 60 In her full re-
gala uptown. Automobiles came no
more. to his f1attered door. Worst of
all, her fascinating mail had dwin-
died. so that now there was but one
regular communication of the sort,
the letter bearing the mystic double
circle Of the Spirit Of Guidance Group.
Mr.. Boggs surmised sadly that the
goddess of his top-fioor Olympus was
growing old.
Very likely the phenomenon would
have gone unexplained to this day
had not both the Rosser twins fallen
into the fountain simultaneously, con-
trary to their usual custom, which is
for one Of them to take the careless
plunge while the other dances fran
ticailyf on terra f1rna and yells till
help comes. Nine. Ta.lafferr once
termed them. Deaths playmates,"
because of this ineradicable passion
for gambling on the brink Of the pool
which is just deep enough to cover
their two-year- heads. On this oc-
casion Old Sally was the nearest aid.
So she waddled fatty over and hauled
them out easily enough. Then, quite
inexpficably. she fell in herself and
lay gently oscillating at the bottom
Of three feet Of water. Still more In
explicably, she refused to come to
properly when Mr.. Boggs and fished
her out after not more than thirty
seconds immersion. Also she looked
queerly flattened and misshapen and
unnatural. So we ran her into the
Little Red Doctors Office and awaited
the verdict.
1t was g. long wait. When at length
the Little Red Doctor emerged there
was . wild kind Of CLINT in his eye.
D'you know what's the matter with
that old black idiot?" he demanded.
Martyr to her own hee-roism," !"
suggested Mr. Boggs. the romantic.
els she drowned?"
The Little Red Doctor snorted:
shes starved. That's what she is!'
She's as fat as butter" protested.
Fat like a sliveri" retorted the
physician scornfully. PADDED
what on earth should she pad
for?'' 1 cried.
ITO fool her mistress. She's been
going without food so as to buy more
for madam"
At this information the eyes of the
Destroying Angel bade fair to pop
from their sockets. Dye meanter
say they're poor?" he gasped.
The Little Red Doctor outlined the
history OF tie aristocratic DaiEsaA he