Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-06-09
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eyes, man," replied the clerk. What do you
want today?"
"Oh, ANYTHING will do she YEARLY responded
Send me-send me pound OF hamburger,
and the butcher boy, jotting that down, went
out of the house.
THE following day to judge by the appear
ance of her eyes, the erstwhile Soubrette
had been weeping. She listlesSly told the
butcher boy ne might as well keep on bringing
hamburger steak every day till she told him
different.
Fright then" RECALLED the butcher boy to
the attentive Mrs. Bixly, who resided in No.
in the apartment house across the street, II
knew their marriage tottering on the rocks.
When family starts taking hamburger regular,
there's something radically wrong.
ut shows that they just don't care, and
have given up hope. Not that it's the fault of
the hamburger, Miz Bixby. Just the same
when family takes to getting hamburger
steady every day, say there's something wrong.
Well what did you tell me to bring this after
noon. Mix Bixby?"
oh" absently returned that lady, getting
her mind back to the business in hand ANY
thing will do-mght send up pound of ham,
burger"
week later the outdoor emissary of the
butcher shop, despite many proddingS of the
Maloney door bell, could get no answer, and
he was turning away when taxi drew up
In front and Spike Maloney. suitcase In hand,
stepped out. Seeing the butcher boy he came
on around to the rear
Didn't know you'd been away, Mister Ma
loney," vouchsafed the butcher boy.
"Uh-huh," rejoined that worthy glumly.
"Been away several days on business. Things
just amt going right lately and I'm all upset.
I know you'll keep it confidential but the wife
and me has agreed to disagree"
Yes, sir" said the other "And will you
take this meat into the house? The back
door is locked"
'LOcked?" repeated the former pugiliSt
blankly. Then Honeybunch and the baby
must be out somewhere. Say, how was Battling
Buster when you seen him yesterday"
He looked sickly to me, Mister Maloney,"
truthfully replied the butcher boy Kind of
peaked he was and MiZ Maloney said he
wouldn't drink his milk or play with his
toys a-tall. Said he kept crying and putting
his little hand to his side If it hurt him.
Said that If he got no better she might take
him to the doctor"
Gee gosh!" exclaimed Spike, fear crowding
his eyes, She should Of wired me. The kids
never been aing before. Might even be at a
hospital now. 1 must find out about it,"
He fastened worriedly across the way to a
house on whose porch reclined lady neighbor
He said something to her, and at her answer
he exclaimed in horror and Immediately came
running Dack 10 the surprised DuCcner boy.
Good night" he calculated, white faced
and trembling "She'S taken the baby to be
operated on And not word to me about It!
/ must go to him! The lady give me the
number. must prevent it if possible can't
have my boy operated on! 1t would kill mel"
He dropped his suitcase and began to run
wildly down the street, the butcher boy, in ex-
element, following Rudely, the ex-boxer
thrust aside amazed pedestrians, accidentally
knocked down several stout ladies and gentle
men, lost his hat planted solid blow to
policeman'S jaw when that aggravated individ-
ual essayed to stop his mad flight; and after
five minutes of pandemonium, with the perspr-
ing and saucer-eyed butcher boy at his heels
burst into an office in business building.
THE ROOM obviously, was of dreSSmaker's:
there were machines, clothes models and
racks of dresses and coats hung about. A thin
lady, of foreign countenance, sat IN one chair
and near her in another ensconced Honey
bunch, while on Honeybunch's lap nestled Mar
maduke, reverently engrossed in sucking a
lollypop. They glanced up astonished, as Spike
Maloney dashed frantically into the room.
MY boy!' he cried clasping the lad to his
breast MY baby! Are you wounded? Are