Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-19
Around the City

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Thursdays big wind caught a mans
hat and sent It wheeling around the
| curve Of the Capitol and into a pool Of
half frozen water below the fountain in
the wall.
The man wasn't young and he had
more than his fair share Of chin. He
raced and pulled and turned purplish-
red. He stopped every two seconds to
get his breath. and then raced and pulled
on again until he got to the fountain. AS
he reached down for his derby lying
peacefully at rest on the watery bricks
he shook his fist at it and painted out:
You blanked little rascal. your.
Then he shook the water from the hat.
wiped 1t with a nice white handkerchief,
put 1t on his head and started toward
the Avenue.
And II the wind is really a Boreas
person who does his blowing according
to rules beyond the comprehension OF
poor humans too blind to see him, ne
doubtless considered the hat incident the
most remarkable one Of his visit to the
National Capital. for
You may believe it or not, the man
didn't lose his temperance.
A store was selling out at cut-rate
prices.
A woman at the French jewelry counter
had picked out a brooch from tray OF
odds and ends ana was looking at II WIN
longing eyes.
1t was an oval brooch with white enam-
eled bars radiating from an amethyst as
clear as purple water.
The woman was a sensible-appearing
person who would be more likely to spend
so cents on thread gloves than bit of
Imitation jewelry, but
She looked and kept on looking at the
pin until. having reached decision. sne
laid it back regretfully and left the store.
At the door she met another woman VINO
had been buying bath towels. AS they
started toward eth street together the
MISUNDERSTANDING person felt called on
to air her emotions:
Il certainly am getting silly! / went
to Blanks yesterday to buy a veil and
was SO taken with a breast pin that re-
minded me of poor Mary Lou Brown-and
haven't thought of her for twenty years
that actually went back to buy 1t. Still,
50 cents is more than 1 can AFFORD to
pay for sentiment, so I'll keep going
back until they put 1t down to a quarter"
While they talked they reached another
store, and chance-Or maybe some imp OF
coincidence-led them to a jewelry coun-
ter, where the woman who had been
talking stopped stock-still in surprise.
well, If here isn't that identical pin at
twenty-fOur cents.
She took up brooch from a dozen Of
its pattern. 1t had white enamel bars
radiating from an amethyst as clear as
purple water. Then. with a puzzled look,
she laid it back and turned to leave the
counter.
well, aren't you going to buy it? You'll
meyer w esi int want want either Of es them as
gift. now. The charm has gone, some
how
We'll. if you aren't the dissatisfiedest
woman that ever lived.
DIT he hot
taken. There was a previous dissatisfied
est woman. Her name was Eve.
II hate the spring..
Naturally, when you overhear an ejacu-
lation like that you are going to listen.
So a plain woman who had been loiter-
ing along the gravel path hunting for buds
on the bushes and sappy green shoots in
closer to the man and woman who hap
pened to be walking in front.
The man expressed his establishment
and the woman-aiready in spring gray
plumes enough to start an ostrich farm
went on with her remarks:
II like extremes. No weather is too
cold for me and when other women are
melting I'm enjoying the heat. If I had
my way I'd live in a place where there
was no such season as spring, and hate
autumn just the same. It's all sentimental
nonsense!"
Her voice had the honesty of convic-
ton and the words were too frankly
outspoken to suggest pose. She saw no
beauty in the spring. And she said so.
The man, a fine, substantial looking young
fellow, refused to take her seriously.
you can't make me believe a thing
like that. l know You too well. AS If q
dear girl like you could help loving that
first robin and the lilacs and"
The young woman interrupted with a
high-art little laugh-the style they teach
i4<x ofc q nd vx-k1 Lob Oi1Y
own young persons catch on to:
IT see there's no use trying to tease
you Why, of course, 1 think the spring
is perfectly dear. I'm just longing for it
to come.
And as the plain woman behind hung
back to look at burning moses bush
that was about to start spring opening
she said at" the nice twist Of hair and
stylish back:
II bet you don't get him.
Which shows how jealous women are.
Especially plain ones.
Her clothes looked old enough to vote.
She was hurrying down F street as If
to get out Of the highroad of fine clothes
that accented her own shabbiness, when
she stopped, walked on few steps and
then returned to kick a banana skin
from the fagstone to the curb.
An analytical man behind said to his
presumable wife:
That young woman owns morbid
conscience. She didn't want to bother
with that peel but the fear Of possible
accident made her turn back. Sets up
for an idealist, I guess"
Your guesses aren't worth the shot to
kill them" remarked the lady. with an
assurance that left no doubt as to her
marital standing. THE poor things
shoes have got holes in them That's why
she passed by. She was ashamed
To be ashamed and to conquer pride
for the sake Of saving some unknown
fellow-creature from possible harm SEEM
ed to appeal to the man, for he looked
ahead at the woman whose clothes were
old enough to vote.
"You are right, EN-. She isn't an
idealist; she's q saint"
Light for Dark Room.