Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-02-23

You may be sure did not echo the dying
who calls herself my bully good friend she had
swooped down on the Baroness chair and pinned
her shoulders against the back, startes me into
the symptoms of fresh Infection And I'd rather
60 into leper colony than have to talk fifteen
minutes to that jujube tree diplomat, you know.
If you think 1 repaid this frankness in like coin.
Eta you have not mastered the idioms OF my
nature Lady Wilhelmna's subjective busting
seemed to me piece of rather dense ceverness. l
hope 1 know joke Beulah Rural when l see it
but didn't banker to give myself away with
pound of tea. You and l know I've been a silly
idiot Mr. Teale I'm afraid, suspected it. and that's
quite broad enough dissemination
Roderiaue, Mrs RuraI!' asked the Baroness, be-
ginning to pour tea.
The only diplomat in my world just is the
tiny who has confessed himself bored with my
society," l answered, showing Jean Michel En-
manuel Ludwig Won Lutz asleep in my arms.
WHEN unlocked my desk to get at this srs-
'" pended chat with you l had an archaeological
emotion, as if l was opening an Egyptian tomb
This about ten thousand years after that tin
sci wrapped papyrus was thrust away, and hope IN
this incarnation l am not making noise quite SO
much like who talks out of the top Of her
head
The word that Senator Todd was sinking rapidly,
was the cold draft that blew out that foolish little
candelight ANIMAL was sending you so long ago. And
that night of suspense in the Todd houSe-when
counted everything in sight, and then saw men like
iron bound old Secretary Gaylord and reserved Mr..
Teale break down and sob, when the end was an
nounced-opened era leagues nearer the heart
of life for me.
And when Mrs Todd turned to me with the
anguish of severed comradeship in her eyes, l
felt the impulse toward sheltering action. Amos.
who, you know, always seemed to regard me as
being who into the world on day when the
larks were singing, stood about astounded as l
proved that efficiency does sometimes appear IN
woman's edition smaller than fve-feet-ten:
Mr.. Teale made all the arrangements for the
State funeral; but l stood buffer for all the other
of aa1 rhor Ire Todd mod
on me, going down the Senate chamber to that
somberly glorious conservation of her husbands
service, it if the grass in my nature had
suddenly borne wheat. State funeral is one
ceremony where the nation does itself proud.
There was gathering of all the Government.
with the diplomatic corps stretched like a bril-
liant Roman sash across the middle seatingi
but the old chaplain read the cOmmttal service with
all the splendid simplicity of countryside burial.
Perhaps it is the spell Of doing momentous things
simply which makes me announce. without waiting
for the top of page, and without undermining, that
promised that night to 60 abroad with Mrs. Todd
this
put the glow of another experience cannot be
- condensed into a tabloid recital
You see, Eta, the Washington machinery no
more than paused over the death of Senator Todd,
the dramatic season at the Capitol have been
sweeping on ever since
Polishing new men the buffer wheel to take
the place of a lost leader Mr.. Teae puts it; but
when 1 went into the House gallery last night.
A group of Congressman were lolling against the
everything from 1.-The Star Spangled Banner and
D.e to s some d0 re- s to the suns
~ and beginning:
~ Oh, here's to Uncle Joe:
y For he's the know