Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-20

But surely puts in Miss Ann, "you r
why not?" says 1. Il begun Twin in one j,
like it."
At that Miss Ann settles back under the rol
shrugs her shoulders into her furs, and waves for
to go ahead.
HALF dozen kids on the doorstep told me
IL chorus where I'd find the Tiscotts. and after
climbed up through four layers of stale cabbage a
fried onion smells and felt my way along to the th
door left from the top of the stairs, makes my
trance as the special messenger of the minister
angel.
IT'S the usual fam'ly-room tenement scene SD
the slum writer's SO fond of describin with
the agony pedal down hard, only there amt
quite much dirt and rags in evidence as they'd
like. There's plenty though. Also there's lot
of industry view Over by the light shaft
window is Mrs. Tiscott, pumpin SEWN machine
like she was entered in twenty -four-hour en-
durance race, with big bundle of raw materials
at one side. In front of her is the oldest girl.
SEWN buttons onto white goods; while the three
younger kids, includin the four-year- old boy.
spread out around the table in the middle of the
room, pickin nut meat into the dlShpan.
What's the of tellin' how Mrs. Tiscotts
stringy hair was bobbed up, the kind of wrap
per she had on? You wouldn't expect her to be
sportin' Sixth-ave. built pompadour or a
lingerie reception gown would your And where
they don't have Swedish nursery governesseS
and porcelain tubs. the youngsters are apt not
to be so But maybe you'll relish your nut
candy and walnut cake better if skip
details about the state of the kids hands, What's
the odds where the contractors gets such work
done, SO long as they can shave their estimates:
The really int restin' exhibit in this family
group, of course, is the bent shouldered, peaked
faced girl who has bumped herself almost double
and is sappin little pearl buttons on white goods
at the rate of twenty minute. And there's
deception about her being fine case for Piny
Crest. You don't even have to hear that bark of
hers to know it.
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minute before anybody pays any attention
to me. Then Mrs Tiscott chances up and stops
her machine.
who's that" she sings out. What do you
Why! Well, of all things, Shorty McCabe. what
brings you here?'
Colliver," says l, holdin up the basket.
Is there grand rush my way. and glad cries,
and tears of joy? Nothing doing in the thank
full Mysteries line.
"Oh!" says Mrs Tiscott. We'll. let's see what
is this time And she proceeds to dump out NJ
AIMS contribution. There's glass of gooseb'ry
lie due another of guava jelly little can of pate
foie gras, and half dozen lady fingers
HUH says she. shown the truck over on
window sill. As she's expressed my sentiments t
| lets it go at that.
Looks like one of your busy days" says l.
Zone of EN-. says she with a snort, yankin' SO
more pieces out of the bundle and slippin' fir
spool of cotton onto the machine.
What's the job?" says l.
Baby dresses" says she.
Good money in it," says l.
ooh. surel" says she. Forty cents dozen
good, amt it,"
What noble merchant prince is so generous
you as all that" says l.
Mrs. Tiscott, she shoves over the sweaters 81
tag SO can read for myself. Curious. wa mt it
but it's the same firm whose name heads the Pi
Crest subscription list It's time to change the s,
ject.
Flows Annie?" says I lookin' over at her.
"Her cough don't seem to get any better" 81
Mrs. Tiscott. She's had it since she had to q
work in the gas mantle shop. That's where she
it. The dust, you know.
Yes. knew. How about Tony?" says l.
"Tony!" says She hard and bitter. How d.
know? He amt been near us for month past
Sends in something of Saturday, don't he
says |.