Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-01-21

know anything about it Not Q word would
they tell until a week or two later one of them
volunteered the information that '.ze peoples
what lived in re house is gone to the tountry
an 10 took ger furnichure wifi zem." And that
was all
CAT AND xfrrESs
There is Q cat, too, which the children dearly
love. One day some kittens were given to the
matron and the little ones begged to be allowed
to have one. Miss Rogers said that they might
IL they would be very good 10 il, they
promised and for twelve hours the unfor-
tunate little thing was In their hands.
They meant TO be nice to it,; they petted and
limp mass and the next morning il
was dead-killed by kindness. The children's
feelings were hurt; they had been ''real lovely"
20 that kitten and il was very Dad taste on its
part to 60 and die. Their distress was so great
that they were promised another and an older
one. That one survived. and now sleeps on
some cot or lies stretched in the sun. n fat and
happy cat At night il sleeps on different beds,
by turns, and the worst sort Of punishment is
to have the cat taken away and put to sleep
with some ono else.
TIE coLoRED WARDS
are a garden of genius. Here fourishes the
youth with a broken leg who PLAYS "Ta-ra-ra-
ra-boom-de-ay" with his knuckles and also he
who dances to that music and performs what
he calls "Chinee." This disciple Of Terpsi-
chore is a boy, and is named Elsie. He will
do" Overwhelmingly and the
"Chinee," too. for a penny, and it is worth
more than that The only trouble is that to
give Elsie G cent means to have all the other
little darkies crowd around one and roll their
eyes in the most approved mendicapt fashion,
muttering very low, SO not 10 be heard by
Miss Rogers: Say, miss, gimmeapennytoo."
They are rather mixed as TO parentage. Some
times 1t would take a wiser man that King
Solomon to find out which child belongs to
which mother. or if it ever had mother at all.
Most of them lust growed," like Topsy. A
woman brought in a big-eyed imp of darkness
the other day, and when asked its age. name.
&c, said that she guessed that was
the thing as was eighteen months old" and she
guessed it hadn't name nohow." After
such neglect what wonder that the patients
never want to leave? Here they are individuals
and have beds of their own. and Santa Claus
brings them pretty TOYS and fills their stockings
too. On Christmas they have a tree in the play
room and each child gets at least one present
They look forward to it so. poor little things.
Sometimes. though, they never live to see the
day. One of these was colored baby four
years old. who was dying Of cancer. His fear
Of being left alone was something pitiful. He
was SO afraid that the bandages would
come of and that he would have an
other hemorrhage that he begged the nurse
to sit always beside him. AN if you must go
away Pease lie my hands tight. so as l tan
pull off re wags when it hurts He wanted to
have this past Christmas much. II wants a
corjum (accordeon) an pichur book. l viii
live. won't II" he was always saving. The ma
iron treasured him. though she knew he would
never see the ''corjum' nor the Christmas
morning. and he passed away asleep, maybe
dreaming of the 'pichur book
II the petted babies of rich homes only knew
what pleasure their discarded TOYS would
give these little sufferers they would not be
thrown in the fire or the ash barrel Bnt then,
as the matron says, not tenth of the people
here know that the hospital exists, and half OF
those who do know it don't care. As q matter
of fact, it lie an institution of which Washing
tonians may well be proud. and which is inter-
esting and amusing to visit, and then, as Sadie
says. Il likes to see peoples, but mostly when
zey bwings me dollies"