Evening Star Newspaper, April 14, 1937, Page 26

B—8 THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, DALY |SMOBTSTOR BEN WEBSTER’S CAREER. PROVINCIAL BABY N T v o ORDERS WE'WE FILLED By Jack H. Mosher. MANY A DAY —OH,BEN, WE'RE D. C, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 14, 1937. Business Booms! Al [DIONT YaU GIARY YOUR [ es,| D-TaE Lia EREE-FO0OD-RRST-DAY-1W" JIARSHALLS AND THE —By EDWIN ALGER BOY,IT'S THE BIGGEST IDEA EVER/ MAKES GUCH A WIT THEY BUY LIKE WILDFIRE - AND BEING NEW N TOWN THEY'RE ALL P OUT OF GTUFF AND HAVE TO ST0CK) coiip I'VE GOTY IT/ PVE GOT {1/ \r's & THE RESULY OF BER'S NEW (DEA- WHY, HOW STUPD OF US NOT YO THE man on my right was a gambler, I knew. He was going on north from Rouyn, a little closer to the fringe of that Que- bec gold coun ‘where the pickings were & little more Jucrative, and he'd just been telling me about his pre- cious bundle when the parson flagged [\ the bus. “It's some one signaling you to stop,” shouted the man up front. “Oui, oui, mon- sieur!” The driver, who had been having quite a time of it ever since mnoon that day, when we crossed the boun- dary line into Quebec, took his foot off | the accelerator as he spoke. Brakes played but little part in the business | of stopping on account of the ice which coated that north country road, and so we ran on past the man in black & hundred yards farther into that world of sparkling frost. Look- | ing back through a panel I had cleared in the rear window, I saw him stoop and pick up a bundle very ully. | Yet not so carefully that he failed to disturb its contents, and a sound | stranger than the howling of any wolf : to be found in that north country came to us, faintly at first, then more distinctly, as the panting man in black | caught up with us. | “Going as far as Sanaterre, driver,” | he puffed, climbing aboard. “And I| guess it be a fare and a half, en? On | aocount of this.” * ok ok x Hl CHUCKLED, looking down at the baby in his arms. I could just see his face in the half light of the dash lamps. One of those horse-faced men, once they have put their broad | feet under your tabie, do full justice to the cooking. He wore a long black overcoat which gave every sign of long service, a white muffler that flew wide at his throat and a black cap with ear muffs pulled well down, its long peak | fiying off wildly toward the heavens. | “No,” said the driver, “we won't charge you anything for that. It's on the company. You should know, Mr. ‘Weekes, that we aim to encourage new settlers up here.” “Sure, sure!” “What is it?” demanded the driver, peeking slyly in at the breat hole in the clergyman’s bundle, which he had set down on the front seat wk digging for his fare. “Boy or girl? “Can’t you tell?” jibed a man across the aisle—there were no women on that bus bound for Sanaterre. “Any one'd know it was a boy from the way it's howling. Full of pep, see?” ‘The parson smiled “But it hapens to be a girl,” he said * X ox % HE HAD paid over his fare by this time and came back along the narrow aisle to where the gambler and I occupied the back seat, and we made room for them between us. “What’s her name?” asked the gam- bler. “I don’t know what they’ll call her,” resumed the parson, as the bus charged on again into the white night of the north country. “She already has a name, of course—one her poor mother gave her, poor woman, before she died. But maybe that won't suit them.” “Them?” queried the gambler. *“Who's them?” “The people I'm taking her to, up in Banaterre,” explained the parson. “They’ve been wanting a little one ever since they came up here five years ago. Denied by God, I suppose you'd say. And too bad, because they've done well and could give a child every chance . . . If you could see the baby clothes that woman's got ready. Heaps WOODWARD K= H"F »» G StReETS “What's her name?” asked the gambler, | woman did all she could for this of little dresses, | sweaters, aven to muffs. So this one’ll be in heaven once she gets there. But it's been like the other place, I tell you, where she came from.” e “HOW do you mean?” asked the gambler. “Just that the mother had nine already when the last one said the clergyman. “It isn't Christian, I say, putting a bonus on babies | like that. God, I am sure, only meant there to be 50 many — just enough to go around should have seen the inside of that cabin back there when I arrived this morning. The father had been dead a month. Killed in a cave-in at the Bonanza. Maybe you remember?" “I do,” said a miner from the ad- joining seat “Women sure have the dirty end of it, don’t the; asked another. X es N indeed, they do,” agreed the clergyman. “But a neighbor poor soul. Got one of the older chil- dren to a phone and called me up from Rouyn. The three youngest children were naked when I got to the cabin— in a bunk in the kitchen, and wrapped up like puppies in & blanket.” The parson’s big eyes misted as he went on, while everybody on board the bus was listening by this time. “So I saw,” he said, “that this was just the chance to get a young one for that couple up in Sanaterre . . . We buried the mother this afternoon. As well as we could, | that is, with so much frost on the | | ground. T'll come back in the Spring | and do a proper job of it. Then, after the service, I bundled this one up— | they said something like a year and & | half would suit them just right. Not | too old, that is, to break in, yet old enough to know ok % x 'HE parson stopped talking, reach- | ing into his pocket, to come up with a whisky bottle half filled with milk, onto the mouth of which he proceeded to fit a leather glove thumb | which had been slit with a knife. “Best I could manage,” he said, as | if it were mnecessary to apologize for | this most ingenious sort of nipple | “It works all right,” said the gam- bler, watching as the baby began to re- fuel. “But what did you mean when you said old enough to know?” “Oh, about her parents” said the parson But the gambler persisted. “You mean their name? Who they v and &ll that?” s! Yes, of course,” the clergy- | man said, as if in a hurry to dismiss the matter. “Don’t you think,” he said, “it would be just as well if she never knew?” | “In some ways, yes,” conceded the | clergyman. “But in others, no. I was | adopted 1f,” he said, “and I'm glad I knew, because my father was a | gambler. That's why I went into the ministry. I've spent most of my time | in localities like this Quebec frontier, to see if I couldn't make up for some | of the wrongs he must have done in | Alaska in the old days.” | “I see,” said the gambler, placing a | hand on the horse-faced parson’s arm. | “Well, you don’t need to worry, brother,” he assured him, “when you’re going around doing things like this. And I want to help a little,” he went | on, stuffing a well-filled wallet, his precious bundle, between the folds of the baby's wrapper. “Because you re- mind me so much of my father. He— he was a minister!” (Copyright, 1937.) & LOTHROP Prowe Dismcr §300 Normalizes Your Skin with Simplified Treatments Complimentary jar of Irradiated Skin Cream with each Barbara Gould purchase of $1 or more—April 15th through 24th. Dry or oily skin can falsify your age, make your complexion coarse and uninterest- ing. These special preparations will help to re- vitalize the skin and restore its fine texture. 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