Evening star., 1925-09-23

morning we cannot recall the exact
second of the transition.
No man has ever caught himself
going to sleep.
Jones was awaked at $50 by a tre-
mendous crash of thunder. A big
storm had broken over Washington.
The lightning was on a plan not COM
mon in these parts. 1t seemed as If
some celestial being was flashing a
neutrality-suspicious. flash
afterAnother - fash - flash - flash
flash.
The thunder rumbled, cracked,
broke and echoed. 1t did everything
that thunder can do, and then some.
Now and then would come crash
that made Jones say to himself, TN
bet that struck some place"
Beating rain on the roof, lightning
in the heavens, thunder on the left
and right-it was such a high old
night as Dickens loved to depict. He.
indeed, would have taken a thousa nd
words to describe the rolling of those
thunders, and another to set forth the
flashing OF that lightning.
II would have been worth 1t, too.
Templeton Jones, sleepy in his bed,
had to admire the display, although he
was a trif1e Ill at ease over the light
ming. Since his youth he had pro-
gressed from being frightened at
thunder to being afraid of lightning.
Cant go to sleep with all this go
ing on" philosophically he told him
self. He lay there, hoping it would
soon end. but 1t did not cease in any
form. IT." the ambiguous 'it" Of all
weather conversation. continued to
rain, thunder and lightning
Boo-oom. Crack, Jones fell to i'm
agining a battle was In progress. He
hnfln6 n Ia ha
the first casualties. but that the horse
Dolly would escape, after giving her
tormentOr two good kicks, one for
herself and one for Jones.
When he finally got to sleep again,
we'll after II o'clock, for it was a
long storm, Jones thought he was
going to make a night Of 1t. He did
not know, of course, that the family
down the block was throwing a
party"
1t seems, in a big city, that some
one must be clipping a party" ever
so often. Some of these parties are
more familiarly called drunk par
ties" Nothing outrageous, you konw,
but just a little liquor on the side,
and all that sort OF thing.
Usually there are one or two gentle
men in the party who imagine they
than those who actually are soused.
1t was about ] o'clock when Jones
rolled over uneasily, and awoke
again. Somebody was executing an
Indian dance on a back porch.
'Whee-ee," broke the silence of the
night. "Whoo-oo"
The merrymakers decided 10 sing
They always do.
Just a song at twilight" they
sang. although it was much nearer
dawn.
Loves old sweet song" they bel.
lowed. Loves o-old Swee-eet s-o-n-gi"
The party broke up at a M, much
to Jones delight, for by this time he
was sleepy with a vengeance. THANK
Cod he breathed. ferVently, as the
last loud Goodbye" rang out To the
accompaniment of chugging cars.
Jones was no sooner asleep again
than two tom cats got to fighting in
the alley. Nose to nose they worked
themselves, with the cries peculiar to
their kind, into battle fury.
Jones awoke with a start at the cat
erwauls, then grinned to himself, as
he got up TO watch the battle. for he
was Il friend of cats. The set-to
proved good and, to cap the climax,
a dog jumped the fence and ran down
the alley after nothing.
Some night" grinned Jones, as he
lapsed into slumber G.sain. When he
awoke the sun was shining.
Did you hear old Git Up Dar?"
asked his wife. He made more noise
than ever"
by George said Templeton Jones,
with a huge grin. II missed old Git
Up Oar, l slept right through him,
for once In my lifa What do you
know about that? l missed old Git
Up Dar,''