Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-03-24

to st. George that rang out over the
fields Of Agincourt and Cresy-leaned
forward and smacked at the mouse.
The mouse had seen 1t coming. 1t did
the only possible thing. 1t slipped to the
floor and went into retreat there. And
then, from every side, there arose the
stricken cries Of women in peril.
History, dealing with the affair, will
raise its eyebrows at the conductor OF
the omnibus. He was patiently made
quate. He pulled a cord, stopped the
vehicle and, advancing into the interior,
said, "Ere!' Napoleon might just as
we'll have said "Erei" at the Battle Of
Waterloo. Forces far beyond the control
of mere words had been unclaimed.
Old Tinker was kicking the CLASSY
eyed passengers shin. The glassy-eyed
man was protesting that he was gen.
tleman. Three women were endeavoring
to get through an exit planned by the
cnlnibus's architect to accommodate but
enc traveller
And then a massive, uniformed figure
was in their midst.
"Wot's this?"
Ambrose waited no longer. He had
had sufficient. Edging round the new
conner, he dropped from the omnibus
and vanished into the darkness.
u 4 X
THE morning Of February the fifteenth
came murkily to London in
mantle of fog. 1t found Ambrose Wifin
breakfasting in bed. On the tray before
| him was a letter. Twenty-four hours
| ago the sight of that handwriting would
have set his heart aflutter beneath his
orange pajamas, but now he regarded 1t
coldly. Physically he was In the pink,
| hut he no longer loved.
His heart was dead, he regarded the
opposite sex as vaShout, and letters
from Bobbie Wickham could stir no
chord.
He already perused this letter. but
now he took 1t up once more and, his
lips curved in q bitter smile, ran his
eyes over 1t again, noting some OF Its
high spots.
cannot understand how you could have
behaved in such an extraordinary
way"
Ha!
did think could have trusted
60 and leave the poor little fellows alone
| in the middle Of London"
Oh, he. ha!
"-Wilfred arrived home in charge
Of a policeman, and Mother Is furious.
don't think I have ever seen her 80
Ambrose wifin threw the letter down
and picked up the telephone.
"Hullo."
"Hullo"
"Algy?"
Eyes. Who's that?"
Ambrose Within"
oh? What ho!"
What ho!'
81 say" said Algy Crufts, what be-
came of you yesterday afternoon?
kept trying to get you on the phone and
you were OUT
Sorry" said Ambrose WITHIN. "I was
taking a couple of kids to the movies"
What on earth for?"
"Oh, well, one likes to get the chance
of giving little pleasure to people,
don't you know. One ought not always
to be thinking of oneself. One ought to
try to bring little sunshine into the
lives of others"
II suppose" said Algy skeptically.
that. as matter of fact. young Bobbie
Wickham was with you, too. and you
held her bally hand all the time"
Nothing of the kind replied AM
brose WITHIN with dignity. Miss Wick
ham was not there. What were you
trying to get me on the phone about
yesterday"
ITO ask you not to be chump and
stay hanging about London in this
beastly weather. Ambrose. old bird, you
simply must come tomorrow"
"Algy. old cook. I was just going to
ring up to say would
You were?"
Absolutely"
Great work! Sound egg! Right no,
then. I'll meet you under the clock at
Charing Cross at $50"
Right no. I'll be there"
Right no. Under the clock"
Right no. The good old clock"
Right no." said Algy Crufts.
Right no." said Ambrose Wifin.
(Copyright. 1927