Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-06-19

been cruelty shaken--he dragged him.
self to his partners face.
AT the touch of the warm, eager
tongue, Solomon Johns eyes opened.
He stretched out his hand and buried
it in the heavy fur.
Hello, Billy" he said weakly. 81
was afraid you were hurt. Are you
rowing a wet nose in Solomon Johns
neck, wept for joy, with loud whines.
Some rapid and expert wire pulling
on the part Of Harvey landed our pair
of friends in a private hospital, where
Solomon John proved a most grateful
and gentle patient and Billy Wigg
most tumultuous one, until arrange
ment was made for the firm to &C.
cupy one and the same cot. Then he
became tractable, even enduring the
indignity of a flannel jacket and
splints with a sort of humorous toll
erance. s'
Every day Harvey came and gazed
soulfully into Solomon Johns glazed
eyes-which is curious form of treat
ment for broken collarbone not sane
toned by any of the authorities who
have written on the subject.
1t soon became evident that Harvey
didn't care anything about the rib; he
had other designs. One day he came
to the point.
Solomon John. would you like to
have your sight back?"
The blind man sat up in his cot and
pressed his hands to his head.
do you mean it, sir?" he gasped.
''You--you wouldn't go to fool an old
man about such thing?"
"Will you let me operate on you
| tomorrow"
in1y OF eli.
don't quite seem to take it all in yet,
sir--not the whole sense of it. But
| if it does come out right" added
| Solomon John in the simplicity of his
soul, won't Billy Wigg be surprised
and tickled!'
RILLY WIGG ragged nightly and
~ rent the garments of his best
| friends, because he was shut out dur
! ing the operation. When he was
admitted, after it was over, he howled
| unanimously, because Solomon John
was racked with ether sickness, which
| he mistoOk for the throes of approach
| ing dissolution.
Followed then weeks during which
| Solomon John wore a white bandage,
| in place Of the old green eyeshade,
| solemn but joyous chant which Billy
Wigg accompanied with impatient
| yelps, because he couldn't make out
| what it meant.
We're going to have our sight again,
Billy Wigg, Billy Wigg:
J We're going to see the world again,
| Billy, my dog"
| 1t was a long, nerve-trying wait
| but the day finally came when the
| white bandages were removed. After
| the first gasp of rapture, Solomon
John looked about him eagerly.
Let me see my dog" he said.
| BILLY, is this your" as the junior
| partner looked, with anxious and
puzzled eyes, into his face. well,
| you're certainly a mighty handsome
doggy. old boy" Bnl Wigg was
homelier than a stack of hay in Janu-
airy, but the eyes that looked on him
were as those Of a mother when she
| first sees her babe)
| Unhappiness was the portion of
Billy in the days that followed. A
partner who wandered about un.
chaperoned and eluded obstacles with
out relying on his sense OF touch was
quite beyond his comprehension.
SO he sulked consistently until the
time came for leaving the hospital.
| Then he chirked up bit, thinking,
presumably, that Solomon John would
resume his old habit of blind reliance
| upon him when once the doors had
! closed behind him. Poor Billy
1t was three weeks after the opera
ton that he left, Solomon John being
discharged as cured. Harvey exulted.
lie said 1t was n great operation and
proved things. / thought, myself, 1t
was a mean trick on Billy Wigg. My
unprofessionaI diagnosis was that he
was on the road to becoming a chronic
melancholiac.
The partners called on Harvey soon
after the departure from the hospital.
They We're a study in psychological an
tithcsis: Solomon John bubbling over
with boyish happiness, Bill Wigg aged
with the weight of woe he was carry
ing.
The old man was touchingly grateful.
but his ally surreptitiously essayed 10
bite II piece out of Harvey's leg, when
his back was turned. He nursed an
unayenged wrong.
X X n
MONTHS passed before we saw the
A'A pair again. We returned from
our European vacation confident OF