Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-01-12

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A young newspaper man had novel eX
pcricnce at a telephone the other day, re-
sllltiny in 4 somewhat startling denouement
He had been paying attention to two young
ladies' one q blonde and the other 4 bru-
nette. The brunette was out of town at
the time and there had lately been rather
chilly atmosphere between himself ard the
blonde.
one day he was called to the telephone
and upon his Hello was informed, This
is Miss Brunette" This startled him. but
he inquired eagerly when had she returned
to town. how long would she stay and other
queries about certain subjects which only
the brunette should be able to satisfactorily
answer. Finally the speaker at the cher
end began to make inquiries on her own
account, ard casually asked, DO you Sill
care for Miss Blonde?" This was the young
mans opportunity to square himself for
good and all with the brunette. 50 i'll the
vernacular of the times he promptly an
swered Nothing doing in that quarter.
There was audible gasp ut the other end
of the wire. and then in freezing tones
came his undoing. This IS Miss Elondc:
The young fellow gave an incohc-cnt gurgie
and rung off. He says he is still wonder-
ing who had the best of the boat in actual
body blows.
X * X X K
There is Il five-year-old boy on Massa-
chusettS avenue who is of the blood or
patriots. His grandfather was in both the
Mexican and civil wars, and his father
was also a Union soldier, consequently the
little fellow has heard much flag" talk in
his short life and has exalted ideas
of its protective" qualities. He was the
baby of the family till very recently, and
hi
When the new baby came Harold was put
to sleep in a room adjoining his mothers,
and as he had never slept alone before. his
small soul was filled with nameless fears
which he was too proud to tell in full
Its mighty lonesome in here. mammal
he called the first night after he had been
tucked in his little white bed.
Just remember the angels near you
and caring for YOU" replied mamma from
the outer room.
But. mamma. he objected. Il amt &C.
quainted with any angels and I'd be scared
of them if they came ruStling round same
as l would of any other stranger
Now. Harold. you must go to sleep
quietly; nothing will hurt you"
Can't 1 have the gas lighted In here
No. mamma doesn't think 1t necessary,
and 1t is not healthy"
There was silence for some time. and then
the small voice piped UP again. "Oh,
mammal
Yes, dear"
May 1 have grandpa's flag"
Why what for? l want you to go right
to sleep.
Please mammal and a small right
gowned figure appeared at the door. Just
let me stick the flag up at the head of
my bed. and then I'll go right TO sleep.
Indeed. / will! You know the other night
grandpa said at the meeting that under the
protecting folds of the flag the weakest
would be SAFE and / feel mighty weak,
mamma"
He got the flag, and when his mother
fast asleep with little fat fist under his
red cheek, holding fast the end Of the PRO
tecting' flag.
They were coming from the two ends of
the Capitol and met in Statuary Hall. Each
wooden leg and carried a cane. and the
other had saber slash across the face.
and both were grizzed and gray, but APP
parently well-kept business men who en-
joyed life.
Il beg pardon" said the man with the
cane, as he paused In front of the other,
but If you are not but he got no fur
Their, for the man with the saber slash
broke in.
by Jupiter. II 1t ISN'T and The Star
reporter never will know who either of
them was, for they rushed into each others
arms like two women, and one could only
catch a rafting fire of questions and an
Swers. i'll which all that was Ineligible to
an outsider was. Gettysburg" Leg in first
charge" Lay in hospital "Saber slash
Little Round Top" 'Chcago!" San Fran
c:sco." .'Thirty-seven years" "Thirty-sey-
en-. By Jove!"
1t was enough to build story on, how
ever. They were simply two comrades of
one company, who had both been placed
out of the running at Gettysburg, and had
not met in thirty-seven years. one living
now in Chicago and the other in San Fran
cisco. Talk about your gushers. Why.
those two men out-gushed any society wo-
man and her worst enemy. They talked
and shook hands. wiped their eyes free Of
dust, shook hands again and talked like a
fire alarm. Then they disappeared down
stairs toward the canteen.
X X x X
They were two cigarette smoking little
street Arabs. tattered and grimy, and they
stood at the corner of 7th street and the
avenue discussing apparel.
Soy Shorty, hain't In favor of de new
woman said the dirtiest of the two
Huh! hain't, neither, Nibsey," was the
response.
They've dun stole our collars an shirts,
an neckties, an then they took our coats.
an now they've took our nightics we amt
got nuthin' distinctive left. we amt"
Nfghties? asked Shorty, uncompre-
hendingly
Cert" said Nibsey. Catch onto de fe