Evening star., 1923-01-28

never sec ITO oidI1Oh TiHk jest Hldoc
o. silver, before. Where'd you git it,"
"Af Joles."
"What'd you give AL Jo1es for it?"
"Nothin'," said Bojus, and laughed.
"Al Joles, he come to where my
Mamie live las February an
bo'de with 'er week or so, cause he
tryin' keep way I'm Jail. One day he
say this city too hot, he got to leave;
and Mamie tuck an clean up after
him, an she foun' this ring in q crack
behine the washstan'. Al Joies drop
1t an fergit 1t. I reckon. He had
plenty rings"
II reckon"
"Al Joles show Mamie To- watches
an a whole big ham full o. damon
pins an rings an chains. Say he
got 'em In Chicago, an he tuck 'em
all with him when he lit out. Mamie
she say this ring wort A. six thousan'
dolluhs'
Then what ferd she take and give
it to you. Bojus?"
she drn'," said Bojus. "She tuck
an try to sell II to Hillum's secon'
han joolry sto' an Hillum say he
won bargain fer 1t count its bein'
silvuh. So she trade it to me fer a
nice watch chain. / like silvuh ring
well as gop rings the damon
counts; damon WORT a., six thousan'
dolluhs, / ain carin' what jes' the
ring part is"
We'll, it's right perty," Tuttle OBJ
served, glancing at 1t with some
favor. II don't hardly expect you
could trade 1t fer no lawn mower
moment a symptom of his indisposi-
tion interrupted his remarks. A
slight internal convulsion caused him
to shudder heavily; he famed his
suddenly bedewed forehead with his
hat and seemed to eat invisible but
distasteful food.
You feel sick, Mist Tuttle? Bojus
inquired sympathetically, for his COM
panion's appearance was q little dis
,quieting. You feel bad7'
well, do" Tuttle admitted, feebly.
Il eat a ham bone yestiddy that up
and disagreed on me. I amt ben
feelin' none too we'll all morning. IL
the truth must be told. The fact is,
what 1 need right now-and / need 1t
right bad" he added-"it's a little
liquor. You know where any isr'
Don't T." the negro exclaimed. T
know where plenty Is, but the trouble
is: How you an me goin' git it7''
where is it?''
"Ri dow my cousin Mamie celluh.
My cousin Mamie celluh plum full o.
WIFI Mule. Early's mawn' say,
nice whisky?' Does she do it? No,
suhv
Lets go on up there and ast her
again." futile suggested. "She might
be feelin' in a nicer temper by this
time. Me bein' sick and it's Sunday
and all, why, she ought to show some
decency about It. Anyways. It wouldn't
hurt anything to Jest try
mo, sub. tha's 50, Mist Tuttle," the
negro agreed with ready hopefulness
T>HEY went several blocks up the
i street. walking rather slowly, as
Mr.. Tuttle. though eager. found his
indisposition increased with any
rapidity Of movement; then they
turned down an alley. followed It to
another alley, and at the intersection
Of that with another. entered asmoke-
colored cottage of small pretensions
Mamie" Bojus called, when they
had closed the door behind them.
Mamie!"
Then, as they heard the response to
this call, both Of them had the warm
ing sense of sunshine rushing over
them; the world grew light and
bright and they perceived that luck
did not always run against worthy
people. Mamie's answer was not in
words, yet 1t was a vocal sound and
human; somewhere within her some
thing responded to the call and en-
deavored to speak. Silently they
opened the door of her bedroom and
looked upon her where she reposed.
She had consoled herself for her dis
appointment, she was peaceful, In
deed, and the callers at once under
SIUOu thdL ioi SSFSIeA AOuAc - ASs~Se
she could deny them nothing they
would ask. They paused but mo-
ment to gaze, and then, without a
word of comment upon their incredi-
BILE good fortune. they exchanged a
single hurried glance and forthwith
descended to the cellar.
Our own, our native land, somewhat
generally lawless in mood Of late, has
produced few illegal commodities more
effective than the ferocious liquid rich
in fusei oil and known as White Mule.
Overconfidence in himself was not
a failing of the experienced Tuttle. and
he we'll knew the potencies Of the vol
canic stuff with which he dealt His
sincere desire was but to rid himself
Of the indisposition and nervousness
that depressed him. and he INDUCED
himself today with a Tighter hand than
usual He wished to be at ease In
body and mind. to be happy and to
remain happy; therefore he stopped
at the convivial, checking himself firm
1y, and took q little water. Not SO
the less calculating Bojus. who had
nothing of the epicure about him. Mr..
Tuttle soon found himself alone. so
far as conversation or companionship