Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-09-15

| IN a millinery department, considering a
hat Time and sorrow etch lines in the face,
but trouble sears them, and the woman's
lace was scared. Her hair was frost-bitten
over the temples and at her throat was an
ola-tne gold-rimmed pin that showed a
mosaic dove flying across a jet oval.
flnally she made up her mind
This doesn't suit me. It's entirely too
young"
The clerk twiddled the rather cocky little
turban around her fingers blew into the
plume to show how feathery it was, and
then voiced the trade slogan:
'Oh, no, 1t isn't. I've seen ever SO MANY
women older than you are wearing that
shape"
so have I. And If were to put this
thing on my head should look silly as
they do
Which shows that while trouble may scar
the face and grip the heart it need not nee
essariy interfere with woman's common
sense.
An oldish woman sat on a park bench With
her eyes fixed on bed Of scarlet sage It
was such magnificent burst of bloom that
another woman who was passing through
the triangle of greenery stopped, and the
two became friendly in their admiration.
When they had spoken of the symmetry of
the mound and of its foliage and blossom,
the woman on the bench said. In a little
tremor of over-confidence that shy. people
II come here every day when the sage
is in bloom. 1t takes me far back in my
childhood to country home where the
sage bushes grew in red tangles all over
the foot of the garden. And / can sit here
and see my sister. In a sea-grean berege-
made infant waist to show her beautiful
white neck and arms. with spray of scar
let sage low down in her brown hair and
clump of 1t on her breast. She always
wore scarlet sage when 1t in bloom.
She was a lovely girl then. though l saw
her grow into sad. care-worn woman, and
she died long time ago. Her name
Calista. Don't YOU think II a pretty name?
It Just seemed to suit her.
Perhaps the passing woman believed .t
to be as great a charity to listen sympa-
thetically to lonely souls talk as It is to
give a beggar food. for she sat on the
bench and watched the others eyes brighten
as though she were looking at memory'S
moving pictures of the past.
Then they parted. and when the passing
woman flashed back an hour later on a
car she could see. among the green shad-
ows. a blot of black a bench.
And she knew 1t the oldish woman
and that she still had her eyes fixed on
the scarlet sage. and that she still
seeing Calista.
Three small bows. as brown as seals, were
squirmed I'D together in the triangle across
from the new District building.
There's something you don't see in your
part of the world" said a passing man to
another. as he paused in their way down
the avenue. Those colored Youngsters are
shooting craps It's against the law, but
the little rascals will be gone I'm flash IL
a policeman comes along. It's an incurabe
habit with them. Like to see 'em at it?"
The other man allowed that he would
very much like to see distinctive phase
OF Washington life. and the two stepped
toward the bows
They were playing mumbley peg.
well. Katie Blank. You the very
person / want to see! Step back little,
so we'll be out of the crowd. Do you know
a good singing teacher? I want to take
lessons"
why. what on earth7 It's the first time
I ever heard Of your having voicei"
IT haven't. And I've got the good sense
to know It: but. you see my doctor says
I've got to exercise my vocal chords. II
lust plain holler. the neighbors will mis-
take me for fire or mad dog. or a dear
knows what: SO / have to have an excuse
of some sort"
Seems like she couldn't have a better!
AS thew passed:
"Oh. John. look at that driver beating
those poor mules! l do feel so sorry for
the hard working things when they have
cruel masters. Don't you really and truly
suppose. John. that there is a horse heaven
for them to go to when they die?"
well. / can't saw as to that Margaret;
but l know there are glue factories