Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-03-27
BUSONI

after you as you leave a car by way Of
the front platform, don't let's do 1t again.
Inc moiornnan doesn't like It. He has has
reasons. One Of them is that 1t puts his
run behindhand. Yesterday. for illustra-
ton, woman-naming no names-in leav
ing Georgetown car. fumbled at the
handles of the glass door to shut out the
blustery wind from the passengers inside.
The peculiar thing about sliding car
doors is that they won't slide for good
passengers who don't know
how to work them. Seems incredible. but
ever, boo! knuws that truth is stranger
than fiction. The woman, having jerked
and pulled in vain, the motorman said to
her with kindly bluntness:
You go on lady. I'll shut tho door,"
as If he were relieving her of an urgent
and was getting off the car
she heard the motorman
confide to man passenger who had bolt
ed through the door as soon as she had
let go the handles and given him a
chance:
Il give folks credit for their good inten-
lions. but, gee. l wish they'd attend to
their own business and let me tend to
NINE"
And the mountaineering. no names-said
to herself:
Never again.
1t was regular Erin-go-bragh
group. and the three men who made it
were standing on a corner before part
more time on the success OF the day.
IT'S been great, boys-great!' said
the splendid big. bluff fellow who
was bald. but there's q pain in the
pleasure Of 1t for me because Of them
that didn't live to see it. l wish for
one that Andy Gleason could have been
with us-rve had Andy in my mind all
do In h1exrG hiNnp'
To be gone and not forgotten Is
beautiful thing.
man sat at a telegraph desk. As the
keys clicked their messages he took them
down on q typewriter and. at intervals,
1t at boy who rushed 1t to the news
room upstairs.
The man apparently had no other aim
in life than to get his copy of in good
shape hot from the telegraph keys. Had
an earthquake happened along 1t would
have made no difference: he would have
gone on listening and pounding all the
same.
For an hour the telegraph keys clicked.
the typewriter keys clattered and the
man worked as II there wasn't a blamed
thing else in the world worth his doing.
Then there came a sudden let-up; the
wire struck a line Of gossip not needed
by his paper, and the man sWfrled his
cndlr around ana LOOKED OUT JQc DlS
window with the spring sun shining in
warm and alluring.
Wish 1 could get or to dag in my
garden. Worked at the strawberry bed
last night
woman who had been Keeling OF COPY.
regardless Of the clamor Of rival key
boards. took up q knifo and began to
sharpen her pencil.
do you know that lima beans are the
most expensive seeds you can buyy Had
70 r,oy ho
others arc onions. Lots to DO done
a. ound garden. Why, I've got an acre
of hedge to keep trimmed.
Sometimes q tramp comes along /
You see. l live near the road. and when
tramp wants to stop bit and earn
some money he'll do odd Jobs around the
neighborhood until he gets tired and is
of again.
zone fellow did so many things SO well
that he got me guessing. Told me before
he left that he was q half-breed Indian
and had been In the penitentiary long
enough to learn several trades. Another
chap was queer. foreign ola fellow: who
ing off his shoes. And there was one
man"
The woman must have thought a hu-
man interest story was coming. for she
began to sharpen another pencil.
He was a silent, moody sort, but he
knew how to work, all right. One night
after he had been paid for doing odd jobs
for a neighbor Of mine he came ,aok to
the house half full and sat out on the
kitchen porch. A young lady was In the
parIor playing the piano. with her folks
listening, when, without word, the
tramp stalked through the kitchen and
dining room straight into tho parlor.
lifted the young lady from the stool to
chair. and before any one could do
thing to him, seated himself at that
piano and played such music as I never
heard eQualed In my life.
Then no went back to his seat on the
porch. The next morning, when he was
sober. he swore he didn't know one note
ON another and had never played q
tune He had cause for hiding. sup"
The telegraph keys had clicked some
thing that changed the suburbanits back
into q telegraph operator. The typewriter
started its garrulous CHATTER and the
up one Of the sharpened pencils and wrote
II all down.