Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-02-02

the other door. To others the bolt de-
veloped military qualities, and they butted
with their shoulders, showed and even
pounded before they realized defeat
An occasional woman entered throus n
both doors, according to directions, ana IN
each case the man looked after her as she
passed him on her way to her shopping
and on his face was an expression OF re-
spectful awe. But it was the others, the
irrepressible others, who made him smlle
Finally woman who seemed to be III
a gust of hurry flew in from the street
through the wrong door. She was trle
little person in gray cloth and furS, ana
she must have been sweet-tempered. loi
when she jolted into another woman ana
knocked the bundle out of her arms she
didn't even frown at her for being in the
way Then she pressed her shoulder
against the inner door marked closed.
When it failed to swing inward she butted
It with her knee Then she read the sign
Then she saw the man. Ihen me Two
laughed at each other in good. hearty
fashion. with the glass between them.
Then he opened the other and let her in.
It was the feminine laggard.
A plumbers apprentice was crossing the
avenue, with several rings of water hose
coiled about his shoulders. His hands
were in his pockets. his cap was tilted on
the back of his head. and his whistle was
as joyous as blackbird's.
To the average eye he was just care
free youngster, but his appearance had
somehow. a baleful effect on one of two
0 dish women who were going along the
sidewalk, with market bags on their arms
'Wen, for goodness sake! That boy
looks exactly as If he was being squeezed
to death by snake. never saw any
thing to give me such a turn. Ism II
awful real EliZa?'
Eliza aided and abetted these remarks
with the assurance that it certainly was
awful, and the two stopped and turned &c
watch the boy until he had hoped over
the curb and was swinging down the
street.
They did not look like women who hac
ever seen snake squeeze boy to death
To be more exact. they looked like women
who had never even been to the zoo. be
cause they were too busy all the week
and too dead-tired Sundays. But then
gasps and CALCULATIONS were very hon
est'y real
Which shows how powerful that thing
is which we call our Imagination.
A half dozen drivers were on duty al
their cab stand. facing a small park.
1t was clear. cold night. that made thu
blood dance a hornpipe in ones veins; the
sky was full of stars and the paths in the
little park shone like oxydized silver.
It was about 1870 clock when man and
woman came swinging, arm-in-arm, along
one Of the silvery paths, as II every step
were a joy AS they neared the cab
stand driver darted forward and touched
his hat.
Here's your boy. senator. Cab, sir?'
The man on the silvery path smiled and
looked at the woman. who smiled back at
him. Then he beamed at the driver:
mot tonight. John. I'm getting young
again and prefer to walk.
And when the silvery path was empty
John remarked to his colleagues:
1.-The senator don't have TO walk if he
don't want to-"
mo. suh," came an interruption. Hes
got all the good money he wants
Vas sub an he deserves it. He's de
best man I ever knoWed. He's been
helpin' poor folks in this town for nigh
onto forty years an he amt stopped yet
Oats a fac sub: an the senator amt
carin' whether a person is white or COL
ored, II he wants work. He give a friend