The morning call., 1893-11-12
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Took a ride on electric car:
Electric car rap off the track,
l wish l bad my nickel back.
Ta-ra-ra boom de ay,

So sing the children, and | listen in a
half-drowsy fashion as | sit idly watching
the passengers hurrying toward the car.
have secured an outside seat, always in
great demand on pleasant day, and can
watch the others scrambling.
This little woman with the big market
basket Oh her arm. what work a-day life
hers isl I find nothing ludicrous about
her appearance, and even the word spa
thetic" seems out of place. She is a
cheery-looking little woman. with an ap-
pearance of fragility. The basket is heavy,
and she gives sigh of relief as the polite
conductor lifts IL up for her and places it
out of tho way on the dummy. | don't
think she likes 10 trust it out there and go
inside herself. Many an anxious thought
to ways and means was given before that
big basket was filed She feels a little
extravagant. perhaps, over that fruit and
box of candy, but the little ones must have
a treat once in a while. She takes parcel
and miliner's bag inside with her, but
although her shawl is thin and shabby. and
the bonnet old-fashioned. l am certain that
the con tent is of either are not for herself.
She has taken a seat beside a gentleman
exquisitely dressed. whose shining broad
cloth acce1tuates the shabbiness of her
shawl. His is one of the faces you take a
notion to. He turns with a smile to an
swer some child's question, and the smile
is the sweetest | have ever seen. 1t is not
mirth- provoking smile, although the eyes
are smiling. 1t Is like benediction, say
to myself. Assuredy your lines have
fallen in pleasant places. my friend, and
those well-shaped hands of yours will help
to smooth the wrinkles out of more than
one PERSONS life. / think l can guess in
what manner you will do it. Was that not
a professional glance that you turned on
H. - h A x@I
you closed the door. too. which you had
previously opened, lest the draft should
hasten an END which you doubtless foresee.
In the opposite end of the car is a man,
undoubtedly man of the world, and
sch oolgirl. He is not her father OF brother,
certainly. and | feel fercely indignant
every time he touches her soft pink cheek
with his finger. He seems the antithesis
of the gentleman to whom / took notion.
dislike his face. The eyes are small and
have crafty expression, and the mouth
beneath the waXed mustache is hard and
cruel. He is we'll dressed, in jaunty,
careless fashion, with an air OF bravad0
about hm-altogether the sort of man
that a girl of that age would fancy. She
lifts pair of smiling blue eyes at some
remark of his, but drops them beneath his
bold glance and begins to toy with the
buttons on her coat.
Better. far better. that uncouth pair of
lovers on the front dummy. l rhave an
idea that they work in the same family,
and that this is the first holiday that they
have had since they were promised"
Whether or no they are enjoying them
selves hugely, and seem utterly oblivious
to the fact that there is any one else IN the
world. He has possessed himself of one
of her hands, and IL fondling if to the
intense amusement of a number Of street
gamins. who stand on the sidewalk and
shout, Get on to yourself, der8! Can't
you see de lady's getting mad? Let go dat
hand and don't insult the lady. yoE duffer."
AT the word hand" he becomes aware,
apparently, that they are addressing him.
| He rises, makes low bow, says something
| in German, and lifting the mai6en's hand
| to his lip kisses it. The boys stand open
monthed. They cannot understand such
| unblushing effrontery. Finally, concluding
that they cannot "guy" the unconscious
| German they propose three cheers for de
| fellow and his GAL" which are given with
| will.
| The rest of the passengers are such as
| one usually sees ON the cars-a widow
with basket of flowers looking very
| much as il she were open to consolation. a
| mother with baby. another mother with
| four of various yes, a business man a b.
sorbed in his newspaper, children. work
ers, idlers and all the queer conglomera-
| ton of people that it takes to fill car.
] We are all becoming rather impatient.