Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-08-12

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| Of the proceeds of the theft. The place was
| sea rched but nothing found. Several other
| locations were afterward substituted by
| her and searches were made. but of course
| the searches were fruitless
| When it finally shown that the girl
! had not committed the theft she was asked
why she had made the admission. and her
| response was: II was so scared that
thought must have done It,.
The older members of the force recall a
case In which girl made a similar admis-
sion some years ago and caused consider
BILE trouble. A valuable diamond ring fig
| ured in that case. and the girl who was ar
| rested took the detectives to the furnace in
| the house where she was employed and de-
| clared she had thrown it in there So posi-
! tive was she about where she had put 1t
| that the detectives had the fire extinguished
and the ashes searched.
IF the ashes were sfted once" remarked
| the detective who related the story, they
were sfted hundred times"
| In court the girl entered a plea of guilty
and was in Jail waiting for the grand jury
| to take action in her case, when the owner
| of the diamond found the ring where it had
| been mislaid.
| Several such cases have come to the at
| tention of the police during the past few
| years and in no one of them has the per-
! son arrested given a satisfactory eXplana-
ton OF why the confession was made.
Washington business man was recently
| kept at his office by rush OF work until
| about o'clock In the morning. Leaving
| his office at that hour he walked briskiy
| up to F street to get Connecticut avenue
! car which ran near his home He was
| aware Of the lateness Of the hour. but
thought that the street cars must run at
| regular intervals all night. so he stationed
himself on a corner to wait for the car.
| He held up lamp post for about half
| hour. until he began to suspect that per-
| haps there was no night schedule. Then
| he saw copper strolling down the street,
| and when the bluecoat approached the
| biz man asked him about the car situa-
| ton
| "Oh. yes. the cars every half hour to
| Georgetown all night" was the promising
| reply of the bluecoat.
But 1 have been waiting here for three
quarters of an hour and no car has passed. "
protested the citizen.
| Perhaps they are not running tonight.
| They don't run when they are repairing
| the track" answered the knight of the
| club
| How often do they repair the trac q"
! Almost every night lately" commented
| the policeman.
With that the citizen started to walk
! home. muttering something about street
| cars, schedules and other things.
|
| few days ago young lady who is
] spending the summer over in Virginia took
her two pet dogs out for a cross-country
| walk of several miles. At a point where
| one of the country wagon roads crosses the
| Alexandria and Mt. Vernon railway tracks
| she came upon a typical rural crossing
! Waterman, and, as the young lady was de-
layed at the crossing by the passing of an
electric train, the Waterman engaged her
| in conversation.
After discussing various subjects the
| Waterman asked whereabouts" in the
| country the young woman was visiting
| "Oh! l am living at the Gamble House, "
said the young lady. in reply to the old
| mans question.
| Where's that?" he asked
| Just down there, this side of Shooter s
! hill. she replied. indicating at the same
! time with sweep of her hand the range
| OF hills spreading away toward the west
| and south.
We'll, Well" said the old Waterman. with
| sigh, L have lived round these parts
| many year They used to play lawn fen
| mis- down hathaway, but I never knew
| mat lawn tennis was gamblin' before"
| X
| former hello girl of the Washington
| telephone exchange recently related one of
| her experiences on the wire, which she said
! had made deep impression on her mind
ana mas since caused her to do consider
able thinking. Here is the story as she
| told It:
"A man who worked In a downtown store
was IN the habit Of calling up a lady friend
| OF MS several times a day He had lust
| the sweetest voice had ever heard and his
conversation was simply angelic. His voice
had ring that was both captivating and
| musical, and must confess / fell In love
| with that voice. HIS charming tone and
! suavity led me to believe that he must be
| the handsomest man in this part of the
country, ana was almost dying to see him
! one day l was excused from duty at the
exchange and sauntered down to the store
| In which he was employed. I knew his
name. having heard it called frequently
| over the line, and after entering his bust
ness place l asked a lady to point out Mr.
| Blank to me.
There he Is over yonder by that show.
| case. said the clerk
| Il looked in the direction Indicate and
| my dream of manly beauty was quickly and
| rudely shattered. Instead Of the handsome
| Iellow L had expected to find Mr.. Blank
| was as ugly mortal as l had ever Sc,
| eyes upon. He was bald-h headed one Of his
| eyes looked to the east while the other
| gazed in a west-by-north direction. His
nose was crooked, his mouth large and ir.
! regular and he walked with a hoppy-eo-
| fetch-it effect. In a word, he was as ugly
as mud fence that had been struck by
| lightning.
| Several months later I was introduced
to Mr.. Blank at a social function and had
a long converse ton with him l could have
listened to him until daylight. He was SC
affable and interesting and smart-whew
| He could talk on any topic under the sur
| and carry you right along with him.
have often heard of descriptive writer's He
was a descriptive talker. He could take
you from laughter TO tears. from the sub
| lime TO the ridiculous. His charming per-
sonality was such that it served as a mys
tic mask for his physical ugliness and de-
| formity. and through the maze of his CON
versation his ugliness disappeared and he
| really appeared beautiful TO me.
| .'W here is he now? Why be is home
reckon We were married. you know, bu,
| did not have such an easy time getting
| him There were lots of other girls after