Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-10-06

sho is fine man: amt but one thing wrong
wild him.
"Whut dat?" asked Latham.
"Stingy wild de drum. He amt le'me take
hit home to practice ON nights"
Dat amt stingy: OATS sense. Spect he
done heah bout de time you bOrrerS de chuch
organ an den tries pawn hit twel Sat'day
night"
Gladstone couldn't wait around long enough
TO think up suitable repartee-not with pre-
vious engagement with Dora already drawing
near.
At table In the Carnes kitchen that eve
ming DR.. Emerson minus his silk hat, slowed
away greens and pork like an ordinary mortal.
Dora fetched food and felt funny. She was
nervous on two counts. One was that the gro
ceries might give out under his onSlaughts, the
other that she might be late in meeting Glad
stone to ride the merry -go-round at Frog Bot
tom.
On the other hand DR. Emerson was pleas
ant guest, openly admiring IN his gaze, and un-
questonably big man" in the highest circles.
SUPPER over, the gentlemen retired to the
front porch to give Dora a free hand with
the dishes. Dora Immediately ratified a couple
of them and lit out for her tryst with Glad
stone On the porch conversation sprang up.
How de drummin' go after dat long tall boy
start totin de front end?" questioned the guest.
IT thought heah you hit couple of extra flats
on de high notes long late in de evenin."
CANT reach dem high notes good" grun-
bed Ducktooth. Dat Gladstone too long.
Totes high Women all time SEEM Somepn
in him; all I sees is too much of him. Dora
amt got no time TO- him, neither. He amt
been no count since he take out dat insurance,
nohow."
DR.. Emerson's ears went up. Hearing money
mentioned always affected them that way.
"Huccome insurance."
"Accden insurance. Longs he amt got it,
Is he walk In front of automobile widout
lookin', whut happen is jes whut he deserve
an de town better off. But sOon's he git his
sef dis heah policy, den it's accident an he
git $40 week twel he well ag'in no matter
whut hit him."
Instantly DR.. Emerson scented possibilities
If Gladstone met with any accidents a last
worker in finance ought to do well in his
vicinity. He switched the subject. II not
only amt never seed better cook dan yo'
ward and she amt no trouble to look at
neither
Ducktooth expanded-then contracted "You
said hit!" he agreed heartily But powder
sho costs heap of money"
"Huccome 'powder?' Sto'es sells face powder
cheap"
"'Tain't de face powder-hit's de gun pow
der" corrected Mr.. Carnes with q gesture to-
ward muzzle loader of substantial gauge
standing beside his door, "GOod-lookin' gal like
Dora hble git mixed up an step out wild de
wrong one; accident li'ble happen den to de
boy whut she step wild No one but me gwine
marry Dora Ah'm teln yo."
An idea leaped full-grown from DR.. Emer-
sons powerful brain An accident-to Glad
stone! Twenty dollars a week-to himself!
All that the accident" required was arranging.
And the markings were at hand. ready for
his skillfu touch! A hint here, an insinuation
there, and it done.
"Womens taste somep'n CANT nobody count
TO-" he observed casually.
Dr. Emerson paused. "Whut you say?" the
dense Ducktooth jerked himself back from his
post-prandial doze.
Says lii fine bird shots-dey changes de
course of true love widout stimlatn de und'-