Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-01-27

whether to wait longer or to go home
before it grew still darker. Then she
noticed the young woman. who vas
writing a note at n of the little Ia
bles. She had looked at every woman
that had come in the waiting room ior
hours. She had hoped each would De
he aunt, but when she had been dlsap-
pointed, 1t did not occur to her that
she could ask any of them What to 90.
The young woman scarcely looked ike
an angel of mercy. She wore an ordln-
airy dress and Jacket and a taunty little
hat, and she has never considered her
self one to be particularly notlced
among a group of m But tne
little girl walked right over to her desk
and stopped. The young woman was
evidently in a hurry and didn't look up
until the child began to talk. Ihen she
looked up and listened too. n little
girl told about the waiting for hours,
how she didn't know which car to take,
and couldn't decide whether she a
best wait longer or go nome before 1T
grew darker. All those matters were
easily settled and the young m
leading the little girl to the car
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of her home, when the greatest trou-
bic of all came out-'and / haven't a
cent Of money, and how will ! pay my
fare?!" Now the young lady is not a
plutocrat, but she happened to have a
quarter in her purse-she wouldn't
have had. but she met an old friend on
the street that day and had been in
vited out to lunch. The child rather
demurred. she knew a nickle was
enough, but the young woman knew
the safety there is In even a small
sum of money. So the little girl. with
five car rides in her glove. was put on
the "L' which would take her home.
They had grown quite chummy, and
were laughing 2s th-y said good-by.
But the young wonan almost cried
when the little girl looked up at her and
with the most truthful eyes said: II af:i
sure you are the best lady in all the
world The young woman had been
called many things in her twenty-odd
years, but she had neve been called
that before. Some people had even been
so unkind as to think her the very OPP
posite Of any kind of an angel. She is
digniied, perhaps-if she had
been, the little girl might never have
spoken to her in the first place. and h
might never have had those appreciat-
i've words said to her. She may be im-
pulsive-at least she stopped and kissed
the little girl. She wanted to tell her
that she was one OF the dearest little
girls lin all the world, but her throat
rather dusty. But the little girl
seemed to understand, for she smiled
back. No doubt she understood the kiss.
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Before this little story Is told, it may
as well be said that women are no more
inconsistent than men-they would
have to work hard in order to be, usu-
ally. But as for the story-not long
a paper was read before a woman's club
of Marshalltown, in which the writer
made a plea for originality. BE your
self" was the motif of 1t all. Don't
others leads blindly and lead a.
says existence but think and do
for yourself, and be yourself. Disregard
a fashion now and then, rather than be
slavish mocker and follower" The
paper was loudly and longly ~applauded.
Then the women, released from the
strenuous part of club life. gathered
around h tea table to enjoy the ma
terial things. They weren't gossiping-
ing-surely you do not know MARSHALL
town clubs. IL you think for a moment
that they were-but they were discuss
Ing" some not present, in fact,
a member OF another club. There is no
in the club life Of Marshall-
town, or the clubs might be said to be
rivals. Finally n voice was
heard to say. well she wouldn't be SO
bad looking, IL she only fixed her hair
right. Why. no one has worn it the
way she does, for five years." 1t was
the speaker OF the afternoon.
There are all kinds Of foolish people
in the world, and there are all kinds Of
people. There may be many eo-
pie who mix the two, but there is one
nan who certainly does. He is the man
who tries to beat another mans game.
means to be mean, and he is. He
thinks he is clever, until he fails, and
then sometimes he realizes he is fool
ish. If he realizes he is foolish he is not
hopeless. Usually he does not. He may
admit grudgingly that his scheme did
work out quite as he had expected
1t to. Then he turns around and plans
scheme. And so on. 1t isn't in
gambling dens, and at race tracks, and
among the hold-up men Of the cities
that men try to beat other mems
games. They are trying 1t all the time,
In every day life and in man lines Of
business and work, which the ordinary
onlooker might be shocked to hear
games" 1t isn't so much the de-
which Is bad-every man. who
has a game has to be more or less de-
or at least uncommunicative.
But the mean part is hunting out the
flaws in another mans system and then
attacking them. Every man is blinded
with the glamor of his own creative
power and 1t scarcely giving a man al
show to find the weaknesses in that
which he has worked out himself. 1t
Isn't "gamey." The man in the poker
game understood the ethics OF games,
he said to the outsider, who had
in his ear, hat he had just
seen the dealer hold up three kings;
Wall, its his deal. isn't it?" He wasn't
but that he would sneak all the
kings if he had the chance, but he was
saying that he was gamey and that he
didn't interfere with another mans
game. He was something of a philoso-
IL he had never been inside a coll
hall, and If his observations were
to be expressed in the language of
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