Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-02-04
AROUND THE CITY

A woman was crossing the avenue at 9TH
Street. Hooked over one arm WAS a basket
so full of meat and vegetables that its LID
made no pretense of covering them, and
in the crook of her other elbow she logged
a brown paper bag.
She was short-breathed, expansive wom-
an with several chins, and you could read
in every line of her face that she considered
Saturday the most important day in the
week, and Center market the most import
ant place.
She had nearly reached the car track
when bicyclist in his apparent effort for
the worlds record, whlzzed so close to her
in passing that she made nervous dodge
and lost her grip on the bag. AS 1t fell and
burst dozen or more big red apples rolled
| on the asphalt and were picked up and re-
| turned by people who were crossing. One
| youngish man, who had just got Off a car,
| was even kinder for he not only scurried
| around until he had gathered the last apple,
but he helped the woman to tuck as many
as possible into the overloaded basket and
| TO wrap the others in the broken bag.
'Thanky, SIR she exclaimed, her graft
| tude breaking out into pink shine all over
| her face and chin5. Now do take an
| apple for your pains
"Couldn't think of robbing you, ma adam
"Oh, don't be backward about 1t. l got
| a whole quarter peck
| But I don't eat apples. Really-fact Is,
| my doctor won't let me
That's too bad! Well, anyhow, take one
| home to your Wife.
He didn't look like family man but he
! was a gentleman clear through. The apple
| was big and the smiles around were broad,
| but he accepted his gift with the same nice
| Difference he would doubtless nave PAID ~
| a fine lady in her drawing room who was
| offering him some thing he really cared 10
| possess.
/ And the woman logged her basket over TO
| Market space, serene1y unconsc Gus OF a
| voracous coored boy who was doing things
| to the big apple in his official capacity as
| the youngsh mans wife.
| A man with suit case got off a car at
| 18th street AS he touched the ground his
| eyes took on bewildered stare, and he
| plunged forward, regardless of an auto
mobile that was footing at MIN ilke a
gone-mad trombone. Another man whisked
| him back until the machine passed, and
| kept his hold until the two were on the
| tagging.
IF you are really anxious to get over,
| go some place where you will have mere
privacy" advised the reScuer, with an eff
| hand familiarity that made the bewiidered
one laugh.
subconseiousness at work, all right, on that
| auto come from Chicago, where we have
| cultivated a sixth sense, especially for
| lodging. What l want to know is, what
| ury? When 1 went away, eight years ago,
she was as brown and grizzly as a fossil,
| and now she's diked out like bride. Com
| pletely staggered me. And. Great Scott!
| l used to shoot marbles over at the Riggs
corner when l was a kid. Dandy new
! building, you've got in its place. but, some
| way, 1t doesn't seem like home"
"See the New Willard as you passed."
| Yes. Great isn't 1t! Little old Wash
ington is getting into line, all right
She's already got interrupted the ma
| tive. What you want to do is to keep on
| a few steps, and take a look at the new
| White House. Then turn around and take
| another few setps until you come to the
new municipal building"
I'm turned around enough as IT is -
| laughed the man with the suit case "Reck-
on I'll have to go to the hotel and turn in.
was prepared for changes. of course, but
| the old treasury in a white frock gets NE,
| You don't say Belascos got theater here,
| too2 Well. well. WE'LL
And the man who had been away for
| eight years looked as surprised as IL he
were Rip Van Wrinkle who had been
| away for twenty years.
| A fat dog was waddling along at the end
| of a leash held by a raincoated woman with
| goose quilts in her hat. Every time they
| came to shop window the woman stopped
| and the dog gave wheezy sigh and shut
| his eyes. The woman was paying tribute
| to wax lady In a spring suit, and the dog
was doing, when another dog, black and
| tan terrier, bounded up with snappy little
| bark that made him open his eyes and
| start his tail to wagging
| The terrier was as free as air, and as
| fresh; for he danced on his slim legs with
! the lightness of thistle I'm a summer wind
| You could tell he was laughing, by the
| wet sparkles in his eyes, and when he
| shifted at the fat dog he said as plain as
| you could put 1t in English:
| Shake your old girl and let's have a
| run"
| The fat dog tugged at his leash and lifted
| yearning eyes to the raincoat and goose
quilts. His ''old girl was not to be shook,
| however. She was too busy with the be-
| frizzled wax lady the other side of the glass
| to heed the live thing st the end of her
string.
The fat dog gave a sigh that swelled him
nearly double. Then he looked he,pelessly
at the free dog and shook his head. Yes,
I he dtd-shook his head. just as you do when
you mean No"
The terrier shrugged his shoulders twirled
| about a few times In the sunshine to show
| Off how free and happy dog can be with
only collar and tag. and then scampered
| around the corner in search OF better fun.
And doubtless Mr.. John Burroughs Is busy