Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-05-26

happened; and that the other woman ought
to see the baby; and that Ruth Is the
image OF her papa; and that Perry Is grow
ing to be real big boy; and that Harry
And by that time Ruth and Perry had
walled out such effective plants for mamma
TO come along that the three started up the
street and the woman entered the store.
Oh. yes. he was a nice man, but all the
same when the woman came across him at
the bargain counter he was dickering over
ten yards of novelty goods that had been
marked down to 81 cents.
Appearances were against him. but
Maybe he had already bought the seven
teen yards OF silk Maybe, again, he hadn't.
You never can tell what a nice man Is GO
Ing to do-even when he starts out shopping
for his wife.
Two women stood together on a twilight
corner One OF them had placid face ard
mild. tnsistent voice. and her hand
ciasped the other womans arm as IL to
keep her from breaking away.
Dear. You live too much for the world.
You should forget yourself In others.
Think OF the sunshine you could put in
clouded lives. An hour, here and there to
read TO this sick one. or TO cheer that lonely
one-oh, there are thousand and one
things that you might do for others
And while was doing the thousand and
one things for others. who would be earn
ing my living for me?"
There was undoubtedly an answer to this
who was passing had to miss 1t.
A shirt waist woman had directed an en-
veiope at one of the ledge desks placed
along the corridor of the post Office build
Ing, but seemed to have some trouble with
the nap. When she had moistened tho
edge with her lips and rubbed It down with
her handkerchief and pounded 1t with her
INST she left her own particular ledge and
| inspected every other one along the hall
Then she came back and appealed TO a
blue-coated, pewter-badged Waterman In a
chair set back In a corner
"Wfll you kindly tell me where / may get
some paste?"
The Waterman told her there was a mucI-
| lage bottle up at the farthest desk.
There wasn't q mucilage bottle up at the
| farthest desk. SO she asked the clerk at a
stamp window please could he tell her
where she might find some paste.
the clerk had nice manners. but no iufor-
nation SO the woman travelled and trav-
eled. until she had made the round of the
building and come up to an open door that
showed An expanse of imposing Office. She
aidn,t look Ike a woman who would rush
IN where angels fear TO tread, but her letter
must have been important. for she went into
the Office and asked a young man at a desk
| II he would kindly let her have some paste
for her letter.
The young man got up. with a stately.
speechless formality that may have been
chivalry or Just a plain, everyday snub
ana SET his bottle of mucilage on another
that II was brown and ropy and returned IL
unused. with her politest thanks.
Then she went back into the corridor,
bought penny stamp. sealed her letter
across the nap and dropped 1t In the box.
A countrifed old couple was stroIling
through q park. He looked as IL his Shout
oers were stopped from a lifetime of hoeing
ana weeding, and her bluff, weather beaten
face gave token of outdoor contests with
generations of hens. As they reached q
circle OF red and yellow tulips the man
said. with chuckle In his voice that
matched the wrinkles In his eyes:
when I get home I'm going to tell the
folks that up in Wash'nto you can pass q
plowed-up flower bed In the mornin' and
come back In the afternoon and find IL full
OF a bushel Of posies in full bloom. I won't
let on about their bein' set out in grown
plants. but kinder allow it's on account Of
reckon they'll say to that, mar"
What they've already said to you moro
times than one. both to your face and be-
hind your back. What else could you ex-
Ma was evidently OF a severely plain.
unvarnished nature. that would no more
take joke than q pocket book. and when
the pair had gone beyond hearing woman
at home We're In the habit of saying to pa
He was undoubtedly the finest young
man at the matinee. And he knew It. Has
clothes were new, the carnation In his but
| tonhole was fresh. his cane was the latest
thing in siiver-knobbed war clubs, and his
hat was No. and cost % cents.
There was no doubt about the size and
price, because the yellow tag had come out
Of the inside and rested .conspicuously on
his sleek Hight hair - 81 n 3y'siyt CO.
A woman behind him was dying to TAKE
It on, but the youngster with her said,
"Oh, leave him alone, Aunt Ann! What's
the use OF interfering with fellow when
he's happy? Let him enjoy his Pipe
dream"
And Aunt Ann let him.