Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-03

showed what would have been dimpie II
it could have had half a chance.
Then the two returned to the business in
hand of cycling seams, pulling at buttons
and mea srring sleeves and backs in the
effort to get a first-class two dollar SHIRT
waist for one ninety-nine.
Daisy was the proudest thing that walked
10Th street last Friday noon. Daisy is
Shetland pony, grayish white, like the heaps
of melting snow along the curb stones, and
so small that she ought, by rights. to have
come from Fairyland instead OF the state
of Kentucky. From each ear rfppled long
streamers of blue-howered ribbon and on
the round and soft-coated back was
saddle in which a small child of Gen.
Blanks was to be trolled to some wonder
full place. say, Banbury Cross, that sunny
afternoon.
And among the people on the pavement
who stopped to watch the triumphal pass
ing of Daisy. with her attendant, was a
scrap of a colored girl with box OF
matches in each hand. She was such
a scrap of a girl that her head barely
reached the basket of matches that the
old man with her carried on his arm. The
man was blind and the child had been lead
ing him and peddling matches to whoever
would stop to notice and wherever the
streets were sunny and dry.
You just ought TO see that beautiful lit
tie pony!" She laughed out in pathetic
contrast to her insistent screech. Its got
a lovely long tail and the teency. tinciest
little feet. Wisht l had little pony like
that Match-ees, Buy some matches, lady;
fl cents for three boxes"
Which shows that our dear old Mother
Goose knew what she was about when she
told us that if wishes were horses beggarS
would ride.
A full blooded Indian was lettering along
in the shopping district. His one conces-
sion to tribal custom was an eagle feather
in his gray sombrero, the only other sign
about him to show that civilization had
not entirely got in it's work of evoluting
him into a joblot citizen being stripes of
fiery red braid that famed down the sides
of his trousers.
He stopped to stare in every store win
dow, and several times went in to buy
One of his purchases was gray silk shirt
waist reduced to s3.49; another was a
rolled gold chain with a pudgy heart at
tached, and another a white blanket
modestly bordered with blue. Then he
came to a glass case of false hair set out
on the bricks by shop door. In the case
was an idiotic wax-faced head, crowned
with a pompadour and back curls of crimp-
ed auburn. and on a shelf below was a
wooden head with no face at all, topped
with a wig of blonde curls. Displayed
around them were wigs with neither heads
nor faces frzzes, fronts and puffs of dark,
light and gray hair. and hanging from a
hook. along with other stock, was a switch
of long black hair.
The Indian looked and looked and looked.
Then he went in and bought the switch of
long black hair.
And while he was about it, two women,
who had seemingly nothing better 70 do
with their time than to follow, discussed
his state of mind between them.
Wonder what that Indian thought when
he saw all that hair? Made him think of
the time his folks used to scalp us,
guess"
What you talking about? He's civilized
Didn't he get gray waist when he could
have had his choice in red, and didn't he
get a plain white blanket when he could
a-got a scarlet one, and didn't he get a
gold necklace when you'd although an