Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-17

PINK rtn6 uQ0E akKECSSlF&1y
with tiieA half Of a bean
pole which he always used as a whip,
us been ypayin out right along, with
nothin' comm back. Z n
tive been DINING that into Your
head for years, reminded his wife
THE towns had things It's own way
takin' In taxes an all, you bein 20
soft. hearted an slow. It's all right
an proper for 1t to board Your n1othei
an aunt now pity we taxpayers
amt as much rights as paupers with.
out a cent. I'm glad you re Makin
up.
They're sure to have a good time
there, with other folks to talk with
sociabie like, said Eb, as though try
ing to convince himself
An the town farm has real sub.
stantial vittles TO eat, they tell me, :
encouraged his Wife,. .sBut, say,
want the black horse hitchei TO the
buggy, Lib must drive into town
for the hat openin'. | told you7's
81 know, an it's ready, an the
horse hitched to a post at the barn.
Billy'll drive 1t round soon's my wag-
gins out of the way. He glanced
out to where a gaunt horse was stand
ing with head down. Iii front of a
lumber wagon. why don't they
hurry up? I can't loaf round all day, 4
There they come now. said his
Wifes as shufiiing footsteps were heard
above. .Eeen gatherin up their
truck, guess.
Two old bent figures came slow
~ downthe narrow, uncarpsted stairs.
They were loaded with bundles
Hurry up. hurry up, mother adj
monished Eb, impatiently been
waitin' seems like an hour. But what
IN time is that you're luggin' of
Ny Invention, Eb.' quavered the
foremost of the two figures. press.
tng something closer, as though fears
ing Ii might be taken away For
mixin' bread easy. We know. | got
# UP to save my weak wrists from
so much kneadin'.i KEEP sfudyin
On II an studyin on ii. an at last
the thing popped into my mind. Then
Billy an me tinkered on the idea till
we got 1t Into shape. Billy tinkered
real cute Course | must take it.
along. You member how that pillow
drummer who stopped at our house
one night spoke? Said nay invention
was mighty promisin' an valuable.
an that he'd like to buy or sheer
in it,
Eb had heard the process of In.
feHtfO1 IfldtIy llIlSSt Dul INV lac
listened with a derisive grin. He could
afford to be tolerant now; this would
be the last time. When his mother
finished he broke into a loud guffaw.
"AlI right. mother, take II along
an keep on tinlxerin'." he conceded.
'Mebbe tn make the poorhouse folks
look up to You rs q gau us--hawl
haw. Anyhow the contrapshun's too
small to be of any value for kindfin'
wood But that drummer you spoke
eft was here more'n five years ago.
He was jest a jolSin' Z
HE want, neither. replied the
old woman. with worried expostula-
ton in her voice, When you was
out he came back to me ag'in an
looked it over real careful, an said
he sure would take hold of It II he.
was better fixed. Said il didn't
with his firm he'd come an have
another talk.
Both Ed and his wife snickered
at this.
Drummer in partnership. an faye
wears gone by. derided Eb. Yes,
guess it's all right You jest carry
It along an watch out the winder
for his coming. But no more TOM
fooIery now" his voice suddenly be-
coming surly. I've waited long
enough. Hurry up. an, you. too, Aunt
Luce Don't keep drOppin your rub
bisH thai way.
AS Aunt Luce retrieved the truant
parcel and Strengthened as far as her
lame back would allow. she caught
sight of the lumber wagon at the gate.
Coin TO carry us to the poorhouse
in that she demanded.
as fnn fnF that i10s
i saw" said EDS wife. Eyes, you're
goin' in the lumber Vaughn, for
want the buggy to drive into town.
Huh. caclled Aunt Luce, scorn-
fully. IT guess you're right. LuIn-
Der wagons good ,nough for US. Sis
ter Meg an, me have worked here
like slaves ever since You was mar.
led TO Eb, an got cheap vittles an
buse for pay. Now we're gettin 50
old it's cheaper to lumber Vaughn us
to the poorhouse. Huh. Funny.
Here you hate your stepSon Billy
lot wuss than you do us. cause he's