Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-02-27
AROUND THE CITY

made to blush unseen. Its wearer was on
her way teaward to pour at neighbours
at-home. Her crepe de chine was lifted
high enough to show three small ruffies OF
shining pink, and beneath them patent
leather Oxfords with the proper thing in
French heels. AS she picked her way
along 10th street two young women Of the
people walked behind and discussed her
appearance in voices that showed for
splendid lungs.
"She amt been blowin' In the plunks on
herself a little bit is she. Maggie?'
That's what! Catch on to the coat,
Name. I tried on one like her'n Satdy
night-marked down to $119s for that day
only. It was too rich for my blood; but'
gee, 1t fit me swell"
Them awstrich plumes Is beauts, amt
they? Guess she must have bought EN-
when they was 70 the bunch. They's re-
duced now to 59-d'je know it
Yep. I'm going, to have EN- on my
Easter hat if I'm lucky. Say, Name, that's
a daisy skirt, amt it?'
Grand. l saw EN- advertised the other
day for s1.9S. They was exactly like hern
only the ruffies was some bigger ana the
color more of a red
'Betcher can't get 'em for that on in
stallment.''
them shoes? 1 don't like them high heels.
Makes your foot look like it's going TO Doh
over your soles on to the pavement But
gee that's dandy SKIRT
Skirts all right an rgat; put stv sae 70 oI her
-hoofin' it along, same as II she was IN
her. workin duds-
The young woman-she belongs to the
officials set and buys her clothes abroad
reached the home of her hostess early
enough to relate the dialogue Sne maue
such a hit that she had to repeat II later
for the benefit OF those present. Wien
she went home she knew that her reputa-
ton for dramatic talent was made, thougn
deep in her inner consciousness she ieit
that her triumph would have been that
much greater If only the ruffie OF ner shlrt
had been some bigger and the color more
of red
Once on time a great master created
with his pen child whose BACK was peo
and whose legs were queer.
And the world loved Jennie Wren be-
cause of her Sorrowful kinshlp TO other
children created by the greatest OF all
Masters. whose Affections are shut in be-
tween the walls of a sick room instead Oh
between the covers of book
There are children in this city VINO
swing along the streets on their plush
padded crutches and who play merrily
with their comrades, regardless or their
inferiority in the matter of legs. Ihere
are children, again, with sapiess linus
and distorted bodies who will never know
what life means outside of the home or
hospital in which their misfortunes are
hid
For instance There is little Tom.
In a big room, bright with sunshine ana
gay with toys, woman who was making
the rounds of a hospital found hin'
perched on one chair and driving ahother
in front OF him by a bride of tWine AS
she entered he looked up, his blue eyes
sparkling with glee.
ME playin race horsie, an me beats all
the time"
1t was a blissfu1 condition.
The woman has happy way with chill
dren your horse will run off If you don't
look out" she warned him, gravely.
Brownie won't let him see my
Brownie ?"-and he picked from his lap
stuffed Palmer Cox atrocity and Rugged
it in his arms.
When the thing had been sufficiently
admired little Tom announced with
breaking chuckle of Importance:
ME can't walk-See?
He lifted mis- pink slip to show his p1tiful
withered legs and then looked at the
woman for the sympathy experience had
taught him to expect.
Poor baby. not to be able to walk
ME can crawl, though. Watch me
crawl"
He squirmed to the floor and in a
twinkle was flying across the carpet on
his hands and knees.
You can't crawl, can you? Not like
me?"
not keep the tears from her eyesf
Instantly the baby face clouded over,
and one wizened hand caught at the hem
OF her dress.
Don't cry. Tom so sorry poor lady
can't crawl"
And the woman went away feeling that
old Sterne knew what he was about when
he wrote that God tempers the wind to
the shorn lamb.
They met on a back street
TIE Guinea-black woman, respectable
from top to toe carried a basket of wash.
The young yellow woman, fat, vivacious
and dirty, had shawl over her head,
bandage across one eye and a general air
of having come out a badly wrecked victor
from some back-alley scrap of the night be-
fore.
''Hi. Mis- Addison, how you do dis mawn-
in'?'
Why, gal, huccome you butchere6 up like
dat? You looks scan lous, you suttinly do"
The yellow woman laughed with hearth
ness that shook her like so much jelly and
showed the gaps in what ought to have
been really splendid teeth.
''Oh, JUS ben skylarkin'; muffin to hurt.
You sho'ly amt keepin' up washin' all dis
time. Mis- Addison I got man to wuk
for me, thank de Lawd-''
II got a man, too, but he's laid up wild de
rheummertism, an 1 got to keep de rent
goin' and de chillern fed
Reckon yoh chillern right smart grown
now amt dey, Mis- Addison?"
"Pritty nigh. Mandys got foah washes
of her own, an Sarah big 'nuf to rub out
stockin's an towels peart as anybody"
The yellow woman interrupted to give
the talk a social turn:
de sussiety 1 b'longs to give a pahlor
social last night. You don't b'long to de
Ladies Of de Babylonian Fishermen, do you,
Mis- Addison?"
The Guinaa- black woman grunted and
shifted her basket to the other arm.
mo, l don't Neither do I 'spect to.
got my house to tend to an my family to
riz."
why, Mis- Addison, you sho'Iy is behind
de times. Mos in general every lady
blongs to a sussiety of some sort The
sussiety l b'longs to has sick benefits an
berryin's. wifi excursions on de Feather
July an pahlor socials in winter You bet
ter jine, Mis- Addison, or send Mandy
round"
Huh, gal, you better pack yoh trunk, IL
you got one, an go back to de woods in
Chawls county. whar yoh come from an
leave dem pahlor socials alone Yoh own
nanny wouldn' know yoh, she sho'ly
wouldn'. If you's pattern Of a Babble-
Onion IIadV Fisherman ud baIn do