Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-02-21

who was with her. Cant you see by the
way he losses his head that he doesn t
want your sugar? And if lie did. you've
got none to give him. Come along"
ION, but Ann. aren't they the loveieSt
dears you ever saw outside circus? It's
shame for them to have to haul com
mon truck
1T isn't a shame and it isn't common
truck. 1T is very nice pie wagon and
1t is perfectly appropriate that it should
be drawn by piebald horses. Come on
And the other woman came.
A woman was going into small par
oXysms of delight ovor lot of oriental
china In shop that calls itself bazaar.
AS far as design went each piece of
ware was a law unto itself. though law
lessness would be better word. Col
lectively, the exhibit of f1amboyant colors.
untamed by modern blends. suggested an
aurora borealis that had gone stark, star
ing crazy.
The man with the woman did not share
her ecstacy. He was even SO lacking in
the true spirit of bazaar art that when
She called on him to especially admire a
yellow vase around which coiled a purple
eyed green snake ready to gobble blue
frog with pink hind legs he simply
grunted non-committal huh
isn't it marvellous, deare? And every
bit of II painted by hand
Dearie burst out into a rash brag that
lie cOulu paint better with MS 1eS.- Inc
woman looked properly disguised, but
the deferental brown being who waited
in the background smiled with the pa
thence of one who knows Il human pocket
book when he sees it.
Don't try to be funny, dear: it isn't
your strong point. | don't know why
brought you here. any how
Il know" Dear's interruption was
made with a promptness that implied eX-
perience.
slam, I think I've decided on this vase
How much, please?'
The brown being glided to the fore
ground, and in low, sweet dreamy
voice mentioned a sum that made the
man gasp. The woman smiled up at him
in the wheedling way that all imposed
on husbands know about.
You see, dearest. you said might
pick out my own anniversary gift.
didn't your
But. gee whiz Sadie. YOU made me
pay for bracelet yesterday
well. dearest, but YOU certainly don't
suppose I'm selfish enough to want a gift
unless you can have one, too-Im not that
sort of a wife. | hope. The bracelet was
your anniversary gift to me, and this is
my anniversary gift to you
And when they left the shop the man
whose pet name was subject to fuctua-
tons carried squatty bundle all over
bulges, while Mr.. Hammy- danny slam
he was caressing with long. slim and ex-
ceedingy genteel brown fingers.
Two tourist-looking men paused before
entering a cafe to read the Inscription
written in white letters across the glass
The promise held out of good food at
moderate prices was highly satisfactory
to both patrons elect, but they failed to
accept in academic spirit the quotation
used to sum up in few words the excel
af q
The whole thing in a NUTSHELL
Breakfast from Z to 1910.
Lets try another, Jim. I'm too hun
CRY to be satisfied with breakfast you
can put in NUTSHELL don't mind
paying the full price for d meal of
victuals. but | want the worth of my
money.
They moved on, and the author of the
writing on that particular glass wall
will never know the tragedy of the ad
that failed.
They were old enough TO have babies
at home, but young that they fairly
reve,ed in the joy of living. As they
passed an + street shop SOM valen-
tines reminded the one in the fur hat
and pony coat of u secret she was dying
to tell.
SAY. Name. don't ever hrc athe it, but
what do you think. The colonel sent me