Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-07-12

l think the fall must be coming, don't
you? Feels like it. anyhow"
Splendid night. though for dance.
I waltzed with Charlie three times the
other night He's a grand waltzer-'
SOS Fred; holds you so nice-and it's
going to be colder coming home-oh-
Mabel!,!
For Coral Necklace, with a glance at
the motormans unseeing back, was sur
| reptitiously protecting her neck with the
hem of her dress.
Plainly wraps are sign of the sere and
yellow. and by that token the woman at
selah. and then some. For she unwound
her three yards of fieecy cloud from
her head and shoulders. and. using one
end to shield her breast. passed the other
to Lace-inserts beside her.
This is long enough to cover all of
us-and you children are cold
Maybe it was because she said it as If
| they would be spanked all around If they
didn't mind, for Lace-inserts passed 1t
over to Coral Necklace, who cuddled
under it warm and snug.
And from that minute the shadowy
black winds of old Maryland had no shiv-
ers from three pretty. childish, foolish
and lovable bits of women-to-be, on their
way to Chevy Chase Lake.
Two women were talking over old times
out on the rocks at Great Falls.
They were exuberant. loud-voiced wom-
expectedly, and their reminders of long
ago people and things were worth listen
ing to, because of the spontaneous jollity
and pathos that had their turns sand
wiched between laughter and almost
tears.
The difference between the two was
that the black-frocked woman with her
gray hair in knot was obviously letting
herself go in the matter of chin and waist
line, while her clipper companion was
straightforward and pompadoured, and
powdered and lace-veiled and white
dueked from parasol to shoes.
And as they talked. another woman
who was reading in the 'crutch'' of a
tree-it really doesn't matter what she
looked like-caught this glimpse into the
life of child named Clare
DIR Blank and Sudie are both dead.
aren't they? Dear, dear dear!- the
clipper woman shook her head tor each
ejaculation. Whatever became of that
horrd little girl of theirs, l forget her
name"
There were two daughters. you know.
Margaret is married and lives out west,
and Clare died.
"Clare-thats the one. What blessing
it must have been to poor Sudie to have
her go. Why. l can remember. as if it
was yesterday. and it must be twenty
years ago. If a day
More than that. It's twenty-eight,
thirty-let's see-when was the centen-
NAL? Why. it's thirty years ago
"Oh, isn't it awful the way time flies
Anyhow, | can remember how poor Sudie
used to live in constant terror on account
of that child. She wouldn't play as 9TH
err little girls do, but was forever running
to funerals and accidents, and always
wanted to be around when anybody was
hurt Sudie got her lovely wax doll
once to see if she couldn't get her in
terested-to bring out motherly instinct.
YOU know and wax dolls cost money
in those days-but all the use Clare had
for it was to cut off and bandage its
limbs-why, if that little monster had
lived there's no telling what disgrace
she would have brought on her family"
oh Clare didn't pass on until-let's
see when was the ST. Louis Fair?-well,
just few years ago, anyhow.
For goodness sake. What sort of a
woman did she turn out?
.Oh, Clare was all right. She wasn't
worse than other little girls. She was
lust different When she was grown she
studied nursing. became a Sister of Char
ity and was head of surgery ward when
she caught blood poison from a patient.
and died
And it seemed to the woman in the
crutch of a tree that poor little Clare
must have had hard time of it. between
Sudie and the rest of them-just because
she had inherited from her father the
quality that made him physician.
If you come from way down south in
Dixie and are homesick for the land
where milk and honey flows just walk up
18th street until you come to a church
Then cross over and look at the bushy
green plants growing in five brown rows.
Cotton.