Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-01-12

at last her gearing might come true. At least,
he had come on time.
Nothing marred the glorious evening until
IL 80 when they were lingering over some ice
cream Sodas; and then Tillie had to go and
bring an inadvertent question mark into dia-
bolical play do you think, Mr.. Rathskellar,"
she idly queried, 1.-The villain in that drama
was justified in killing the heroine's father?"
A S her dulcet voice rose at the last part Of
the innocently spoken sentence, certifying
that it could phonetically and correctly be
listed in the category OF interrogatfons, Mr.
Rathskellar slipped his spoon into his dish,
leaned back and prepared to give forth learned
utterance.
"There was a strange analogy" he stated
earnestly Gin that fictional case tonight and
one presented in Bishop on Criminal Law,
an invaluable brochure, by the way. Speaking
de facto, it seems the fathers fate was I'M
deserved-de jure that it was. Thus we have
this paradox, per Sc, what Is sometimes morally
right is legally wrong. One scene revealed he
had purchased q revolver with deliberate IN.
tent-aS a contrast, or demurrer, his past life
depicted as decent and honorable. Withal,
If we look on the ex delicto phase we realize
the villain, in lex loci status, would suffer be-
fore just tribunal. In billiard on Torts' we
find"
"In .Newcomb on Retorts'," she gayly inter-
rupted, 1--WE find the subject is not worth an
alytical dissertation. Give me your cherry ana
I'll forgive you ALL"
Mr.. Rathskellar's cherry was accompanied by
a dazed SMILE and when her delectable red
lips closed rapturously over it for the first time
in his life he senSed that being lawyer, con-
trary to Blackstone, had its shortcomings. He
would like for instance, to be cherry.
AS they got into his automobile Mr.. RathS.
kellar humorously remarked he had learned to
drive through q correspondence course, but
he on w
locomoting and consequently might now and
anon wax careless
His comedy comrade did some medtating
herself between q now period and an anon in
terval, and she somehow conjured up vision
Of one John Alden and his embarrassment with
a Priscilla.
AN idea. naturally, penetrated under her
smart permanent and some moments later
she turned and naively asked if Mr.. RathSkelar
liked young ladies with blue eyes, yellow hair,
nice figures and impeccable dispositions. The
description, obviously, fitted the modest descrip-
ZIONIST.
"Your question" discursiyely rejoined The at
torney, reminds me of hypothesis advanced
by Henry j. Stephens in his egregious volume
anent Pleadings. The basical dialetics for the
three miSdemeanors-viZ contact, tort and
crime-can often be attributed to idiomatic
physiological and psychological aspects of the
accused. Blue eyes, as you mentioned, denote
a suzerainty to"
"You win, Piutarch" succumbed Tillie
please don't make any more giant polysyllabic
mergers tonight"
Miss Matilda Newcomb however, to testify
the truth, whole and candid had not given Up
hope of making another kind of merger herself.
He was, most profoundly aggravating chap,
but, equally profoundly, she realized she was
this, that and the other way about him. She
did not she grinned. belong to the Royal Ca
madam Mounted Police, but she would get her
man.
AS for Plutarch j. Rathskellar, he in time
came to the conclusion that life without the
beautiful and capricious Tillie would be far
worse than life without any af1davits, toets,
subpoenas and gentlemen of the jury.
He craved most earnestly to argue 70 her the
best point In his hymeneal case, but whenever
he essayed such attempt he found his tongue
cloven to the roof of his mouth even If his
heart did romp with the stars.
THE climax came one day when they ran
into each other, automatically. 1t was
out on q country highway, and he was in hia
big sedan and she was in her small coupe. In
coming out Of o side road, her vehicle grated ,
his and two tenders lost good compilations.
Miss Matilda Newcomb, also and inexplicably.
lost her temper.
"Mr. Rathskellar," holly she accused "yo@
are q menace to motorists! I'm going to have
you arrested"
WHAT" ne startled. why, had the right
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