Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-10-14

woman was young and pulchrl-
tudinous. AS they posed upon the
Veranda the most noticeable thing
about them was their proximity. There
was a great deal of that-So much that
their yellow-brown compilations blended
into single rich tone.
They were conVerSing with each other
In manner that betokened a mutual
ly flattering singleneSS Of interest. The
mans hand touched that of the woman
accidentally, of course. And the fact
that they stood thus in the revealing
glare of noon was at once proclama-
ton Of innocence and downright in
discreet exhibition of indifference.
Such comment as there was came
from the stuuted and portly colored in
dividual who turned the corner and
paused abruptly under the shade Of a
huge oak.
hot dog" bitterly calculated Mr..
Gideon Bass, nerve is the one thing
Arnist!ce Jeeters amt got nothin' else
but"
1t was nervy and Gideon was per-
Sonally interested. For the delectable
young lady was his betrothed-and the
highly colored Mr.. Jeeters was his
particular bette noir.
Ermine and ArmiStice were obliviouS
to the putting, indignant approach of
the diStraught Gideon. Not until his
ample feet banged upon the veranda
did they realize that he was upon them
And, when they did become conscious
of the fact, it seemed to afford them
only an irreducible minimum Of en-
barraSsment. ArmiStice bowed with
profuSe grace
Pleasant evenin', Mistuh Bass"
"Huh!"
'.I said pleasant evenin', Mr.. Bass"
Gideon briStled. Fine weather
prophet you isl
"Gideon!" 1t was Ermine speaking,
and Ermine was obviously peeved.
She turned apologetically to Mr.
JeeterS. IT makes profun' 'pologies To-
such rudeneSs, Mistuh Jeeters."
II aSsepts them apologies" Mr. Jeet-
ers sighed regretfully. IT reckon the
po' tripe don't hahdly know no better"
There was nothing MIR. Bass could
say-fury left him tongue-tied. There
was nothing he could do-Mr. Jeeters
was too muscular. Therefore, he flung
open the front door.
use goin' in"
"Ac'S like you was goin' insane" came
the Parthian shot from Ermine.
Gideon sank into the uneasy depths
OF an eaSy-chair. Deep, horizontal
lines Of worry corrugated his ebony
brow.
From outside there floated to him
ell-modulated, but intimate voices. He
was himself wracked by consuming
Jealousy. It wasn't that he believed
there existed basis for that jealousy,
but his pride was piqued, his complac-
ency routed. 1t was intolerable that
Er1nine should openly cultivate the
society Of another man, particularly
q rTHR R,a ~.
turbing realization Of his own physical
shortcomings. Nothing to the whole
affair of course not
His right hand sought pocket. His
nervous fingers touched several letters.
For want Of something better to do,
Gideon glanced at them. There was
a notification that a special meeting of
The Over the River Burying Society
had bfen called for the purpose of
electin officers, receipt for dues from
The sons and Daughters Of I viii
Arise. q third envelope bearing unfa-
niliar chirography. Gideon opened it
and Suddenly the words printed boldly
In tie upper left-hand corner leaped
out and SInote him
DON'T WORRY.
Don't worry! The words appeared to
have peculiarly personal significance.
It was as though benign fate had sin
gled him out for a message. Don't
Worry Huh! Them's sweet words, but
they dGn't git nobody nowhere"
Don't worry. Swell message to send
a Teller which his girl was interested in
another--and handsomer-man. How
! en- hep worryin' 2" Reckon ah
had plenty to worry about. Want no
good tellin' him not to worry. He'd
vaSySTxg all HA VaIoaeai Roe1
thing Is, anyhow"
He ripped open the envelope and I'M
folded a large and lurid circular. From
the top Of the circular the bottom, the
sides, the soothing words popped out at
h1m-Don't Worry, Don't Worry Don't
Worry-The thing was intriguing, to
say the very least. Don't Worry-Don't
Worry-thc effect of repetition was de-
1tciously cumulative. For the moment
he succumbed to the hypnotic effect of
the exaortation. He read the circular
DON'T WORRY.
Why Should You?
Everybody Has Worries.
But Everybody Don't Have to Keep
Them.
Patronize
The Don't Worry Clearing House.
Let Us Do Your Worrying For You.
When you has something you don't
want, you gets rid of it. Has you mea-
sizes or any other sort of sick misery,
you calls in doctor and you gifts rid
OF it. Has you toothache, you get a
dentist and get rid of the tooth. Has
you debts, you gifts rid of them. Any
thing you has which you amt craving
to keep you gets rid Of.
You has worries.
know you has. Everybody has
worries.
Get rid of them.
Call in a worry expert. Call in us.
Let US do your worrying for you.
\ Our charges is nominal
Satisfaction is guaranteed.
JOIN UP IN THE BIRMINGHAM
DON'T-WORRY CLUB.
Julian Garr-Prest.
" y X X
NEUNtADIDDLES!" scoffed Gideon
L and started to destroy the cir
cular. Something stayed his hand.
From the porch came the tremolo
adieux of Armistice Jeeters.
st. charmed to make talk with
you, Mis- Bass; mos stupendously
charmed"
"G'wan with you, cullud boy"
&c. =. swell lookin' gal like you-"
"You is some loose hatterer."
Silence. Plenty of it. Portentous
silence followed the sound of descending
feet and the airy wtistling of the in
souciant Armistice. The fair Ermine
entered the house and proceeded to do
things to photograph so that much
jazz spurted into the room. Jazz did
not strike a responsive chord in the
bosom of the obese Gideon For a few
moments he sat huddled in silent pro-
test. Then he rose abruptly, flung
across the room and separated needle
and disc with a protesting bang Err
mine turned, hands on hips and waited
Enough" choked Gideon, lis too
much"
She stared wordlessly, saying acri-
monious things with her eyes.
An fu'thermo'," continued Gideon,