Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-05-21

friend for 20 years and are walking
with him in his park and hear warning
shouts and look up and realize that
charge of dynamite is shortly about
10 go off in your immediate neighbor-
hood. you expect man who is man
to he a man. You do not expect him
to thrust you between himself and the
point of danger so that, when the ex-
plosion takes place, you get the full
force of 1t and he escapes without so
much as a singed eyebrow.
quite" said Mr.. Bywater, httchlng
up his ears another inch.
Col Wyvern continued. whether. II
in a condition to give the matter care
full thought he would have selected
Chas. Bywater as conf1dant, one can
not say. But he was not in such con-
dition. The stoppered bottle does not
care whose is the hand that removes its
cork-all IT. wants is the chance to
fizz--and Col. Wyvern resembled such
bottle. Owing to the absence OF his
daughter, Patricia. he had had no one
handy to act as audience for his
grievances. and for two weeks he had
been suffering torments. He told Chas
Bywater all.
It was a very vivid picture that he
conjured up. Mr.. Bywater could see the
whole thing as clearly as II he had
been present in person-from the blast
ing gangs first Mortified realization
that human beings had wandered into
the danger zone to the almost tenser
moment VIXEN, running up to sort out
the tangled heap on the ground, they
had observed Col. Wyvern rise from
his seat on Mr.. Carmody'S face and had
heard him start to tell that gentleman
precisely what he thought of him. Pri-
vately. Mr.. Bywater considered that Mr..
Carmody had acted with extraordinary
presence of mind. But his sympathies
were, OF course. with the injured man.
He felt that Col. Wyvern had been
hardly treated, and was quite right to
be indignant about 1t.
I'm suing him." concluded Col:
wyvern, regarding an advertisement OF
Pringles Pink Pills with smoldering
eye.
Quite"
"The only thing in the world that
super-fatted old Blackhander cares for
is money, and I'll have his last penny
out of him. II have to take the case to
the House of Lords"
quite" said Mr.. Bywater.
st might have been killed. 1t was a
miracle wasn't. Five thousand pounds
is the lowest figure any jury could put
the damages at. And, il there were any
Justice in England, they'd ship the
scoundrel off to pick oakllm in prison. "
Mr.. Bywater made non- committal
noises. Both parties to this unfortunate
affair were steady customers, and he did
not wish to ALLEVIATE either by taking
sides. He hoped the colonel was not
going to ask him for his opinion OF the
rights of the case.
Col. Wyvern did not. Having re-
lieved himself with some six minutes
of continuous speech, he seemed to have
become aware that he had bestowed his
condolences a little iniudiciously. He
strobe to the door, and, pushing 1t open
with extreme violence, left the shop.
The next moment the peace of the
drowsy summer afternoon was shattered
by a hideous uproar. Much of this con-
sisted of high, passionate barking, the
remainder being contributed by the
voice of q retired military man, raised
in anger. Chas. Bywater blanched, and,
reaching out a hand toward an upper
shelf, brought down, in the order named
bundle of lint, bottle of arnica and
one of the half-crown (or large size
pots of Sooth-o, the recognized specific
for cuts, burns, scratches. nettle stings,
and dog bites. He believed in Prepared
ness.
While Col Wyvern had been pour
ing his troubles into the twiching ear
the High street young man in golf
clothes and Old Rughian tie. This was
John Carroll. nephew Of Mr.. Carmody,
of the Hall. He had walked down to the
village, accompanied by his dog, Emily,
to buy tobacco, and his objective, there
fore, was the same n1any-Sided estab-
lishment that was supplying the colo
mel with Brophy's Elixir.
For do not be deceived by that
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1t is mere modesty. Some within leads
this great man to describe himself as
chemist, but in reality he goes much
deeper than that. Chas. deals in every
thing, from crystal sets to mouse
| traps. There are several places in the
| village where you can get stun they
call tobacco, but 1t cannot be considered
in the light of pipe-joy for the dis
eliminating smoker. To obtain some
| the roof of the mouth. you must go to
Mr.. Bywater.
John came up the High street with
slow, neoitative strides, a large and
muscular young man whose pleasant
! features betrayed, at the moment, an
inward gloom What with being hope
| lessly in love and one thing and an
other, his soul was In rather bruised
condition these days, and he found him
| Sell deriving from Inc dIIeTHOOH pIaClo-
| ity of Rudge- in he-Vale a certain
balm and consolation He had sunk
into a dreamy trance when he was
abruptly aroused by the horrible noise
that had so shaken Chas. Bywater.
| The causes that had brought about
| this disturbance were simple and are
easily explained. 1t was the custom
of Emily, on tae occasions when John
brought her to Rudge to help him buy
tobacco. to yield to an uncomfortable
eagerness and gallop on ahead to Mr..
ByWater's shop, where, with her nose
edged against the door she would stand
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