Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-12-10
AROUND THE CITY

She wore a gown of amethyst cloth and
a small toque of blue feathers. fortune
was in her sable stole and nuff, and her
diamonds represented another He was an
earth-earthy sort of man in the finest
clothes a tailor could show, and his pink
face had two chins. They We're dawdling
along the avenue with the responsibility
of strangers not-iimited by excursion tick
ets and when native from behind caught
up to them this is what they were saying:
''You will just have to let me have the
dollar"
You don't say that thing is going to
cost dollar?'
Every cent of it,
did you look around to see If that was
the best you could do?'
II did"
well, are you absolutely bound to have
it today?"
Absolutely. Anybody. to hear you talk,
would suppose You hadn't dollar to your
name"
Truth Is, l haven't"
If they were only bantering each other
they did 1t with realism that would have
made the biggest sort of a hit on the
stage.
But it didn't sound like banter.
at "the avenue" and 18th street He was
a lucky little fellow and his daiies went
like the traditional hotcakes. Over by the
treasury corner man with red band on
his cap kept striking metal pot and be-
seeching everybody to remember the Christ
mas poor. customer had caused the
newsboy to dart from where the cars stop
over to the tagging, and when he had re-
ceiyed his penny he went to the pot, quite
as If he were used to the operation, and
dropped 1t through the wire netting. Then
because he was boy and brimful Of hap
py honest mschief-he piped out at the
top of his voice a shrill imitation of the
mans appeal to keep the pot a-boilng."
A trig elderly gentleman who came along
in time to hear the boys call, without see
ing his action, stopped to interpose:
!You, boy. Behave yourself, sir! This
good man is here to ask aid for the suf-
fering poor, and he should be protected
from insult"
Say, boss how much are you going to
give him?" Interrupted the boy. II dropped
in q cent to buy a potato. You put in
enough for a soupbone and vegetables. then
you can talk all you want"
But the trig elderly gentleman stopped
talking and passed on.
Two men had just stepped out of an ave-
nue. car at 7th street and were staring at
an elderly woman who was crossing over
to the market house.
IT give that woman just one hour to
IDENTIFY continuing a conversation Death
Is stamped SO plainly on her face that
/ expected every minute to see her tumble
over in the car. She'll never get home
alive unless she hurries. Oh. well, it's as
good a way to go as any,, and the two
jumped on a car bound wharfward.
A woman who overheard was so Mortified
at the tragedy in store for the other that,
forgetting ALI about the work for which
she was being paid. she determined to. fol-
low SO as to be with her In her terrible or
deal The doomed woman's face was like
yellow glazed wax and her body wayered
with every. tremulous step. 1t was slow
work getting around the market stalls, but
she finally bought enough for q boarding
house over Sunday and then tottered over
to Market space to do a bit OF shopping.
It only took another hour. Then she etc
her lunch in q department store-a good
lunch, slowly eaten--stopped later on the
sidewalk to gossip with another little, old
woman, and at length took car for her
home In Georgetown.
Nothing happened except that the Samari-
tan woman had lost three good working