Evening star., 1923-02-04

+ under the mules" influence. lutue
e drank sparingiy and departed with the
!. conviction that some charming ard r. ,,r ORA,
: matte adventure was about TO perah him''
"H HE precise nature of TINS ao-
:: yenture remained indefinite In
his ina agination for time,
l.. L. buts gradually the thought OF
eating (abhorrent to him fearher IN
me day, again became pleasant and
he sketched some little scenes OF ch- 1
making in banauets. "one of these
here miliionaires could do 1t easy az
hot" he said, speaking only in fancy'
Ind not vocally.' "One OF EN- misne
iest as we'll as not look out mis- DIE
window. see me and come down MS
walk and say, Step right In, Mr.. TUT
lie. We got quite dinner party TO-
day, hut they.s always room for you
Mr.5 Tuttfe. Now whatd you like 70
haye 10 eate Liver and chill ana
naked beans and ham and eggs and
a ooupie OF ice-coid mushmelons? we
can open three or four cans o sar-
dimes fer you. too. if you'd ike 10
have EN- You only got TO say the
word. Mr.. Tuttle." He had not gone
FAR when he began to smell his dinner.
The odor came from the open front
door of a neat white house in Earo
of fair size; and here. near the steps
ef the small yeranda, two people were
discussing the progress OF row OF
tuIirs that were about TO bloom. Tine
two were a man of sixty and his Wire'
their clothes. new looking. decoroos
And worn with a little unfamliiarrtF.
told everybody that this man and MS
wife had been to church: that theS
dtned at 2 o'clock on Sunday; owned
their house. owned a burial lot in the
cemetery. paid their bills and had
somethins comfortable in a safety de-
posit box. Tuttle Immediately walk
ed into the yard took off his hat and
addressed the wife.
Lady" he said. in a voice hoarser
tfrom too much singing) than ne
would have liked to make it; LADY.
ben out O. work fer some time back
took sick. too. and l ben In the
hospital. What l reely wish TO ast
fer is work. but the state of unem-
ployment in this city is awful bad. l
don't asst fer no money: all l want is
q chance to work"
ION SundaSr" she said, reproringly.
"Of course. there isn't any work on
Sunday.
Tuttle stepped a little closer to her
"a mistake-and looked appealing.
"Then how'm I a-goin' to git no nour-
ishment?" he asked IF you can't
give me no work I'd be truly thank
full if you felt you could spare me a
little nouri shment.'
{. But she moved back from him. her
nostrils dilating slightly and her ex-
preston unfavorable. I'D be glad
to give you all you want to eat she
said, coldIy. but 1 think you'd better
sign the pledge first"
"Ma'am?" said Tuttle. in paintive
astonishment.
II think you've been drinking"
mo, lady, No"
"Im sure you have I don't believe
IN doing anything for people that
drink
LADY, Tuttle began. and he
was about to continue his protest &c
her when her husband interfered.
Run along he said, and tossed the
applicant for nourishment dime.
Tuttle looked sadly at the little
round disk of silver as it lay shining
in his asphalt-co palm; then he
looked at the donor and murmured:
at ast for bread-and they give me a
stone.
Go along" said the man.
:. K
7>CTTLE went slowly. seeming to
l. be bowed in thoughtful melan-
choly; he went the more reluctantly
because there was hint Of fried
chicken in the air: and before he
reached the pavement a buxom fair
dinavian descent. appeared in the
doorway. Dinners served, Mrs. Pin
ney." she said. briskly.
Tuttle turned and looked at Mrs
Pinney with eloquence: but she shook
ker head disapprovingly. You ough
TO sign the pledge" she said.
Yes, lady" he said. abruptly
turned away. He walked out intt
the street. where trolley car at tina
moment happened to stop for another
passenger. jumped on the step. wavet
Els hand cordially. and continued t
wave it as the car went down thu
street.
Wei, or all" Mrs Pinney. ex
claimed. dumfounded: but her hus
hand laughed
That's a good one" he said. Beg
ged for 'nourishment' and when
gave him a dime went off for a stree
car ride, Come on in to dinner, ma
I guess he's passed out Of our lives
Nothing was further from Mr.. Tut
ties purpose, however; and Mr.. an,
Mrs. Pinney had not finished thei
pushed the bell button in their small
yestibule. The buxom woman opene,
the door, but not invitingly; for sh
N ade the aperture narrow one whel
she saw who stood before her.
"Howdydo" he said affably "Ol
lady still here, amt she"
What you WANT" the woman in
quired.
''Jest asst her to look this over" h
said. and proffered a small paper
bound Bible. open, with card be
tween the leaves. I'll wait here" h
added serenely. as she closed the door.
She took the Bible to the dinin
room, and handed it to Mrs. Pinney
remarking; THAT tramps back; h
says to give you this; he's waitin'.
The Bible was marked with a rub