Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1873-09-27
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Dear Sar. Evening after evening I've looked
over your columns 10 see whether the spirit had
OF US poor Orientals (of WashngtonD But no:
we're neglected on al sides; our market remains
promise, our streets are traps for the unwary;
on ID, between 9Th and tn, leak in the water
main has formed a small brook for the last six
weeks, ana is now busy raising a corner in the
ague market; we re outrageously imposed upon
" sae ", y r. u r. X. company, and yet no one
Wei, it doesn't run in the Brown family to
ole and make no sign; and as I'm not going back
ON the traditions Of the clan, I'll have my say
before / succumb to destiny, abuse.-oT any
other man. So here goes:
Now, then, imagine yourself "Capitol
KILLER" or "Navy-yarder," and, like myself,
bound for the West End. Here we are at-say
STA street-waitng for that
HOLLOW MoCKERY,
called street car. Well, just as the last fraction
OF patience Is bidding us mOurnful farewell,
1t comes rumbling along; we board IL and are of,
ana that IN more ways than one, for these affairs
have spice Of hCmOr in them, and delight in
testing the strength of the forces which prevent
the human form divine from flying into smith
Greens. In plain English, we're OFF the track;
ana no" you are astonished to see to how many
privileges the payment of the modest sum of
I'VE cents entities you; you NAV either do five
dollars worth OF lifting, ching the bell 20 foll
the horses into believing alPs or lock on and
MAKE GENERAL REMARKS.
Our policy is the national one of neutrality, of
course; bur some coed "bOys" take pity upon
our helplcssness and volunteer. They blow
isn't that it') into their hands, and swear. and
MT; ard ali at once one of them 81 es the black
eyed s.ri in he corner nudge the fdIr-haire one
beside her, and hears her whisper: " Don't look
out Mary, that unfortunate will be undoue
presently" lie feels a sort of general loose
ness, and looking down sees faithless button
or Two al his feet, whereupcn he thinks he'll see
whether tnat oil horse Is balky vet, and-hunts
up pins. Wei, their united efforts are rewarded
fresh start is made, and we are Just beginning
10 hope that We may possibly reach our destina-
non after all before Christmas, when, To- "rattle
ms bones over the stones" goes the car again.
We Try to reme mber whether we have ever been
thrown arCund quite so prOmiscuously before or
not. That ride down the Blue Ridge, when the
horses had SHE'D, was rOugh enough in all con-
science; 50 was that other on top of load of
furniture over frozen country road, when a
crowd OF rs assisted our neighbor 70 Z" fit" but
no, this beats them all as far as genuine jolting
goes, AMI We have just come to the conclusion
tLat We ought, by all means, to have had our
lives insured, when the car grows ashamed of
itself ana goes the way it should 90. Another
iohg stop; an Old man, trembling in every limb
shaking so that one thinks he can never make
the step from the platform to the inside is
helped Ia by kind hands, and mischievous
Blaek-eyes III the corner, with a look OF divine
pity, jumps up and helps him TO her seat.
And now the conductor feels for once that IL
IS more blessed to give than to receiver" he
thrGSts slips Of paper, with our masters initials
on them, and which enttle US to a course of
gymnastics, into our hands, and we are told to
change cars. OF course, ''Barks is willin:'"
but where are the cars? We follow the crowd.
though, TIL prudential considerations bid us
=
II there that comes OF singing camp
meeting hymns; must positively swear off,
Wen by this time Africa, having the advan-
tagG III ttncerSttaIiagS, has crossed the '.bloOdy
chasIn,. and while we arc wondering n a sort
OF helpless way whether the Board of Public
works, II laid across, would make nice foot
way, has spread itself e. the fullest extent over
tac seats bat as there's not enough of it to
cover the standing -up-seats, we take cart aud
maze diva Here we 90! down! down. to the
tight, TO the left, over stones and
through piles of earth, till we land
IN charming mud puddle, and sigh to
think what d delightful time we would have if
We were OILY so many ducks. Well, we pull
each other out and then follow our vaulting
ambition, which, however, is worth inst nothing
az eli 6 far as vaUitiHg goes leaving us to clim6
up in the moss abjeCt manner, till " a nan and
brother" among the street-mOl6s throws lump
Of clay at cOlOred gentleman from the coun-
;ry, who belongs TO the climbing party, aud
who vents his surprise and ind gnati0n in "Who
u"I m L. e? l1u brack rascal, no good r0wdy,
razor -er. ~ &c &c, which sends our re-
naming So .l-f III on in chuckle, and one or
the otLc9 Is d. danger of becoming a frightful
pie to la, k>liders, when knd-hearted
sOIi Of Adam comes to the rescue and lands the
party On fsrrI 7 r7HG and the way to the car
But where 5 tie disabled Old man? All me , il
Is here as everywhere else, q each for himself
and ID take the hindmOst;" the climbing,
wading. scOlding and laughing has caused US to
forget hiIl, and for all we know, or the X. K.
Go. care, he may stand there trembling yet.
with his wis'Ful eyes on the desired, inaccessible
- over yOnder." Miss Brown.