Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-02-28

oand. with its conspicuous lettering, removed
from his cap, all betray certain earnest rest
lessness- the presence Of an ever-constant de-
sire-that Of looking private" He is never
too old for it nor too ford Of hue. and long
after fate has so stamped him with signs Of
public service that, even to the casual eye, he
has lost all claim to distinction his aspiration
toward the private fingers. One sees it as one
feels in old. bent soldiers long discharged,
that half-unconscious movement Of the Shout
ders when military matters are mentioned.
The srABLExaSs coxFfpEScEs.
II is the prosperous proprietor Of the up
town stable who will take you into his conf
dence. For this you must get him at quiet
moment. somewhere about noon, when most Of
the morning cabs are coming in and the con-
fusion of sending those for the afternoon has
not vet begun. 1t is then that he has seated
himself on the two rear legs Of q tipped-back
chair. with boots touching the air-tight stove,
red and white from misused fires, the newt
able uucombed dog curled up for warmth un-
derneath and the shallow tin basin for water on
top. The Nigiiant bookkeeper, eterEaly scratch
ing AT orders and accounts. sits at q desk. Car
rage blankets and soapstones and extra liver
les peer from shelves and half-open boxes.
Whips, some battered and some new. and all
expressing the temper and character Of the
men who had used them stand upright in the
corner. An unnistskabie atmosphere per-
vades the room, heavy that Of stale smoke,
though no pipe ia lit korean atmosphere in
which one detects the hot iron of the over
heated stove, the damp Of half-dried blankets
and something Of the stable beyond.
Our prosperous proprietor 10 altogether ct
home here. undistCrbed by he stamp Of the
horses boots on tbs foor outside, or that quick,
impairment peal Of the telephone bell within,
rude and intrusive as the man who busters into
your house without knocking.
OBJECTIONS TO WHITE BcRsEs
Il don't know whether it's fashion or super
sti:ion," the proprietor will tell you. 'rve
thought about it long time. but you can't tell
how some OF my customers feel about white
horse. There are some who will send q white
horse home They won't drive behind one.
And then there's an old-iashioned lady Just
around the block. She won't have any other
Then there's some won't have the horses tails
banged. and some will have them long. And
there're others who will send cab back TO the
stable II dom send n docked tail. It's pretty
hard sometimes to know what they all want
Sometimes ladies write for q broughsm for
calling, and know that means q cab with two
horses SO get out an extra coat, fix up my
driver. and sometimes send afootman. for, you
see, there isn't much in the livery business I'M
less you can look private That's what the Gus
toners want and that's what we want. We don't
let our cabs go out and be picked mp by any
body in the street. IL the drivers do that, les
az their own risk and their own profit Some
times when it's way uptown, where il don't
matter, guess they do il. But they don't do
II down here, and they don't drive where they
oGghtn't- If saw one Of my cabs standing in
'front.' Of saloon I'd order him home, I
wouldn't care who the customer was. 1t
would spoil all my trade TO have one Of nv
oaos hanging round in that way.