Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-04-20
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casion. In the bottom, however, was
scrap of the paper that comes wrapped
about a dozen parcels of matches.
Mister" said the street mite, addressing
the handsomer of the two men-one of the
keenest detectives of the District force,
nave you seen any matches around here?'
haven't seen a match for month, boy,
and don't want to see any
Wv ell, mister, boy stole all my matches
a while ago. and thought you might have
seen where he put them
'kidletS, you'd better go over to police
headquarters and tell them about it"
Then, sir. won't you give me nickel to
help me buy some more with?'
AT this juncture the detective and his
friend got close to the fact that they were
up against new game. The kid" seeing
his plan a failure against the hard hearts
of the detective and newspaper man,
scampered away, laughing UP a very rag
ged coat sleeves.
The screech of locomotives whistle and
the warning clang of a bell startles the
driver or pedestrian on the road to the Zoo
beyond the Rock Creek bridge. Pretty
soon the putting of an engine on a steep
upgrade is heard, and then there comes to
view stout little dummy engine, hauling
a train of dirt cars.
This is part of the work of transforming
the face of the country in that section as
a child builds sand forts and with a stroke
ing leveled and hollows filled up. 1t is
done by steam now and what in the old
way would have taken a small army of
laborers weeks to accomplish with much
swearing and shouting and belaboring of
mules. Is now done in a jiffy by handful
OF men.
On the side of the hill, containing thou
| sanus OF tons OF earth steam shovel is at
work. The big scoop goes into the CLAW
| with a crashing, grinding roar grabs up a
| wagon-load of dirt, swings it around and
| dumps 1t into car standing on tenn
| porary track alongside. When dozen cars
| are filled, the fussy little locomotive backs
| up and yanks the train down the hill, and
| under the bridge, where the loads of earth
are emptied to form an embarrassment that
| Is TO carry new driveway. Then the en-
| glne labors up the hill, by which time an
| other trainload is ready, and locomotive
number passes down
| Beyond this point entire hillside MANY
acres in extent, has been scraped aWay and
| the gull1es below leveled with the earth
| throughout the section there have been so
many changes IN topography that the old
| est 1nhabitant would hardly recognize the
place.
| X X X *
| Carl Schurz lives, but at the Department
| OF the Interior, over which Mr.. Schurz
ruled as Secretary from 1877 to 1881. it is
announced in a semi-ofcial way that he is
| a dead one. The Interior, Post Office and
other executive departments in Washing
ton nave what may be called mortuarv gal
leries. They have collections of portraits
OF their respective secretaries, and as these
collections have become too large to find
wall space in a single room the plan has
peen adopted of separating the portraits
of living secretaries from those of dead
secretaries. When Mr. Bliss became Sec
rotary OF the Interior the walls of the
main once were covered with crayon por-
traits OF his predecessors. Under his in
structions likenesses of living secretaries
were retained in the room indicated and
those of men who were Secretaries of the
Interior and who are dead were hung in
an ante-room and in the corridors With
the portraits of Delano Harlan Browning
Chandler, Lamar, Thompson, Kirkwood
and a number of others, the counterfeit
presentment of Carl Schurz went along
1t still hangs in a shadowy part of the
| east corridor on the second floor of the
patent office building, and is surrounded
by faces of the dead.
Passersby along PENNSYLVANIA avenue
who have looked up at the new Willard
Hotel have noticed white spots painted on
the centers of the big panes of glass from
the first to the top story. Few people have
known why these white spots should be
there but there was a definite purpose in
SO painting the center of the panes of
side of the walls workmen are apt to over
| look the fact that there is glass in the
windows, and allow material to swing TOO
close to the openings. The glass being
clear is not seen by them, and in order
\ to remind them of the danger of breakin,
1t the white spot is painted on the center
| of each pane.
| X X y * X
we have been having umbrella weather
| during the week. and our labors have cor
| reSDOQUinglV increased
! conductor to a Star reporter. when it
rains each conductor will turn in from one
! to five umbrellas during the day. There is
| no accounting for peoples forgetfulness
You would naturally imagine that when
| people get on car during a rain they
| would take their rain-protector with them
/ when they get off. but I believe in the
course of a day remind fifty people of the
| fact that they have left their umbrella on
| the car. nave railroaded in Philadelphia
| and Chicago. but Washingtonians leave
| more things in the cars than the residents
| of either of the other cities new one
| happened last week, though. A very digni-
| hed Old CHAP got on my car near George
| town and rode down town. After he got
| on l went through the car, and lying on
| the seat the old fellow had vacated was a
| handsome pocket book. Picking It up 1
| opened 1t, and nearly tainted when counted
out about $40 in bills Instantly visions of
| good fat reward fitted through my cram
ium;; Putting the book in my pocket, I
! made note Of the find and went on about
| my duties. AS we neared the Capitol 1
| heard some one behind me yelling, Hi,
| there, conductor stop your car Looking
| in the direction of the voice I saw my
| pocketbook friend seated in an automobile
Steaming toward me at n two-mnute gait
pulled the bell. the car stopped my friend
came alongside, jumped out of the horse
| less carriage and asked me in an excited
| way if I had seen anything of a pocket
| book Z informed him / had, but that he
| would have to prove property before could
| turn 1t over to him. This he Immediately
| did. and ! handed him his bunch of green
| stuff. With thank you. my man. the old
! gentleman got off the car, climbed into the
| auto and disappeared"
. The Dearest,
| From the Detroit Journal.
| Eve are resolved exclaimed the saw
| ages. ito sell our liberty as dearly as pos