Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-08-26

I'm up to my eyes IN debt. Still. I've got
to show my gratitude"
you'll be showing execrable taste. Let
me tell you something. I've got friend
who has had on her mantel for years a gilt
clock under glass. case. 1t was given to
her by senator, an old family friend.
who brought 1t to the house In high dud-
geon. He had secured an office for a poor
woman whose misfortunes had excited his
pity. and when she sent him that clock It
enraged him 50 he said he had half a mind
to have her removed and the place given to
a woman with more sense. You see, II
man uses his influence, out Of the goodness
OF his heart, to get a struggling woman
work. SO she can support her children Tie
consciousness of having done his duty to
God and man Is all the reward he wants.
To attempt to pay him with a present Is
likely to strike him as an insult. So l
wouldn't buy either of those things If l
were you"
The careworn woman shook her head and
sighed: -sz
Il feel like I've got to. Ny influence is
a womans
If you know country dog when you see
one you will understand his terror when he
comes to town and gets lost in the street.
The other. morning as the tagging from
the treasury to the Mills building was
alive with clerks on their way to the de-
partments white and yellow setter ran
yelping along the way. Men and women
who were not afraid of being marked late
stopped to watch the dog as he bounded
madly after wagon in the middle of the
asphalt, back again to a man swinging
ahead on the park side of the street, over
to. the White House gates. out again to
the roadway between the grounds and
State Department and. then with a rush
back, to the avenue and down toward 10th
street--barking every step OF the way. - -
In all the crowd of clerks there was but
one Smart AIeck." He was small man
with good deal of watch chain and spiked
ends to his gray rffoustache. AS the dog
flew by him he yelled excitedly:
Somebody shoot him! He's mad! Some
body shoot"
"oh, for goodness sake. shut up! The
dog isn't half as mad as you are"
The small man fairly danced with rage
at the interruption.
Madam, what do you mean?"
:. But madam" who had bestowed her re-
marks informally; in passing, kept right
along, leaving the small man utterly I'M
able to finish his sentence-probably be-
cause he was too Infatuated to find words to
say.
She didn't look like woman who would
address strange man on the street, for,
while she was plain and her black dress
didn't hang as it ought to, she seemed
very, very genteel.
Perhaps she knew a country dog when
she saw one 80 g..
Two old whitey-gray horses were tied to
tree in Anacostia- They were hitched
to an ash cart drawn close to the cobbled
curb, and the colored driver on the seat
was sound asleep in the sunshine
A woman who was waiting for car to
come from Congress Heights way sat on a
wooden step and watched the whitey-gray
horses. They were FESTIVE, and. their cease
less way of Ticking ears, raising hoofs and
switching tails must have excited her in
tereSt. @ .-;s --.a - -, ,.-7-'-
Say, little boy" she called out to q col
ored youngster who was playing mumbly-
peg in the grass, what makes these horses
paw and stamp so? Is 1t spirit?'
"Nawm. It's flies. You don't know moth
in bout horses, does yer, lady?'
The woman laughed and tossed him
cent.
We'll, know more than did," she re-
piled.