Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-28

the three were quiet. Then the eternal
feminine gave yearning survey OF the
house.
Il wonder why men never come to mail
nees?''
/ Because they come at night. silly.
Ii seemed a reasonable explanation. aud
when the middle girl had made IL she
stood up i'm her seat and looked back.
Il wonder where that kids gone to? m
going TO treat to more cream
But il was just as we'll that the boy and
his waiter had vanished for just then a
bell tinkled and the house became quiet
/ with the same suddenness that q sparrow
/ convention subsidies.
woman was staring through one OF
I the barred gates at the Union station.
Her pose suggested Charlotte Corday.
! (See Corcoran Gallery OF Art.D But she
/ did not otherwise suggest the lady who
settled Mr.. Marat
! She just a little hit OF a woman, In
a black silk too genteel to be stylish in
these days OF lace inserts. Her face looked
! as If time had gathered IL and then pulled
| the drawing string. and her hair was the
/ sort that would rather fail out than turn
/ gray.
There are dull things that creep as well
as gay things that fy: II Is the law or
nature. And. according to this Law. the
woman was a hdman worm, too humble
I TO ever raise the spunk to turn.
She didn't in the least look like any
bodys darling. but there must have been
SOMEBODY IN ner lie. she waited al
the gate and waited and waited and
waited.
AS each train choo-chooed into the sta
tion she Strengthened up and took notice.
but between times she kept UP her corday
pose, until at last-there Is always an AZ
last. no matter how long II takes coming
a man swung toward her from tho outer
side of the gate and called out:
Hello, mom!'
And the little bit OF a woman ouivered
out the one excited word:
SOM"
Son was a powerful. big iointcd. loud
voiced, red-faced. g1ay-headed. white
toothed. fast-striding man. He didn't be-
long to the worm class. He was an eagle
OF the Il Pluribus Unum kind And when
the eagle got at the worm he swooped
Another unfortunate metaphor gone to
smashi
The swooping down Of an eagle on a
worm implied tragic consequences not In
cidentally. that only experts should be al
! lowed to run wild I'm figures OF speech.
All others should be muzzled.
What happened WAS that the great blk
man took the little bit OF a woman In his
arms as IL she were his baby instead OF
| his mother and
Gee! 1t was beautiful!
gallery. And as they reached Napoleon
Primo" I'm the center OF the upper hall
| she fairly gasped her amazement.
why. IL here isn't a statue Of Dr. STAT
| ford. taken after he was ill!''
And really and truly there Is a some
thing about the dying Napoleon tllat sug-
gests the late rector OF st. Patrick's.
| Perhaps it is the kinship of death.
A market on wheels stood at n curb
| with the horse facing 14th street The
I wagon was filled with garden and orchard
produce and its outer shelves were red
with peaches; the best ones heaped on
| top.
| While the huckster was ringing a Gus
toner's doorbell another driver coming
| from 14th street stopped his team on tho
| outer side of the market wagon so that
his horse stood in foraging connection
! with the fruit.
He was literally q horse with man.
! fine points, for his bones stood out ia
every direction and all OF us know that
peaches are good. Somewhere in his long
| brown head there must have been an In
stinct that forbidden fruit Is sweetest, Tor
| he swfped red peaches, two at a time
The passers-by who caught him in the
act must have been a lawless lot. for in
stead Of considering the huckster's inter
est they just watched the old horse and
grnned.
They didn't peach.
He must have been a man who liked his
| little joke, for he chuckled out to tho
man who was going with him along r
street:
well. SIR. TAFT is one man WHO
wouldn't rather be Wright than Presi-
| dent"
And the other man-oh. that stupid 9TH
er man, asked:
How SOP