Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-16

transforms my gingerbread into ange
! cake, but, the time may come when IL
have to beat my eggs to q fun even fol
| angel cake, SOS not to have it taste like
| gingerbread to him.
| ."Oh, no, he's not with me this trip.
| just run down for a lark to show my
| folks my ring an things, an let 'em see
! it's really so. He gives me considerable
| jewelry. His flrst's taste run that way,
an they amt no children.
Yes, this amethyst is the weddin' ring
1 selected that on account of him bein
| a widOwer. It's the nearest I'd come to
wearin' second mournin' for woman
can't exactly grieve after. The year not
bein' up Is why he stayed home this trip.
He didn't like to be seen traversin' the
| same old haunts with another till 1t was
| up. wouldn't wait because tell the
truth, / was afraid. He amt like a mar
ried man with me about money yet, an
it's liable to seize him any day. He
! might say that he couldn't afford the
trip, that we couldn't, which would
amount to the same thing 1 rather liked
him bein' little ticklish about going
| around with me for a while. It's one
thing to do a thing an another to be
brazen about tit
But If she don't get better"-the re-
version was to the Widow Morris-'if
she don't get her mind. poor thing. there s
a fine insane asylum just out of Pineville,
an I'd like the best in the world to look
out for her. 1t would make an excuse
for me to go in. They say they have
high old times there Some DAYS they
let the inmates do most any old thing
that's harmless. They even give 'em un-
poisonous paints an let 'em paint each
other up. One man insisted he was a
barber pole an ringed himself according
ly. an then another chased him around
for a stick Of peppermint candy. Think
of all that inside a close fence. an a
town SO dull an news hungry
Yes: they say Thursday is paint days,
an. of course. Fridays. they are scrub
days. They pass around turpentine an
hide the matches. But. of course Mis-
Morris may get the better of it. Tain
every woman that can stand widowin'.
an sometimes them that has got the
least out of marriage will seem the most
deprived to lose it-se they say
The blonde was person Of words.
When Mrs. Morris had fully revived
got her bearings, and when she realized
clearly that her supposed rival had act
ually shown up in the flesh. she visibly
braced up Her neighbors understood that
ly confronted with any souvenir of the
hotel fire"-so one had expressed it-and
the incident soon passed out of the viii
lage mind.
the widow conflded to friend that she
was coming to depend upon Morris for
advice in her business.
standing as he does i'm that hotel door
between two worlds. as you might say
why. he sees both ways. and oftentimes
he'll detect an event on the way to hap
pening, an If 1t don't move too fast why
! can hustle an get the better of things"
1t was as If she had private wire for
advance information-and she declared
herself happy.
Indeed. a certain ineffable light sue
as we sometimes see in the eyes OF thos.
newly In love came to shine from thu
face of the widow. who did not hesitate
to affirm. looking into space as she sait
it:
''Takin' all thing into consideration. !
SO truly and ideely married as since my
widowhood." And she smiled as she
added:
Marriage. the earthly way, is vicissi-
tudinous, for everybody knows that any
thing is liable to happen to a man at
large
There had been time when she la
mented that her picture was not life
Sized, as it would seem SO much more
that the hotel would never have gotten
into her little house, and that. after all,
the main thing was having him under
her own roof.
AS the months passed Mrs Morris. al
belt she seemed serene and of peaceful
mind. grew very white and still Fire
is white in its ultimate intensity The
top. spinning its fastest. is said to sleep
and the dancing dervish is still" SO,
signs sometimes mark the
danger line.
"Under-cating and over-thinking' was |