Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-03-31

was pink. plump and bright eyed: in a
straightforward black suit and black
straw hat wreathed with black and white
verbenaS. But besides all that, she was
what dear Sir Izaak would call an angler
in the sense that she very much wanted
to know what 1.-The most disgraceful thing
ever heard Of could be, and was de-
terTnined to fish for 1t. So she cast her
bait with wheeling sweetness:
Il hope I'm not crowding you
mo indeed-Chilly for the season.
isn't 1t? 1 don't know what to make of
weather like this
Did you see the snow this morning?
When I got UP at O'clock
Snow. Ny soul and body! The :dea of
having snow right on the edge of April.
Why, no, / didn't see it-but anything Is
liable to happen these times. I was just
telling my friend about case that-this
is 9Th street, isn't it"
It was a most promising nibble. but the
fish got away.
Oh, well, we can't always have what we
want in this world. Our only sure bet is
that we are going to get all that's COM
ing to us. And the angler had at least
one bright spot ahead. AS she said to a
person not in this story:
IF that woman undertakes to carry her
most disgraceful thing ever heard Of
to the President they'll have to print
what 1t was to explain why they had to
take her to the house Of detention to
pass on her sanity. That's one reason i
like to read the papers"
And a man who is even wiser than dear
Sir Izaak assures us that one reason is
always enough.
A couple of around-town men stood on
the steps OF an Avenue hotel and watched
two Italians gesturing at each other on
the corner The smaller foreigner, with
pallid face and eyes like inkblots,
pounded his arms up and down, stretched
them imploringly at the other. and then
lifted than inward II calling heaven
to his defense.
The other, who was thickset and
bushy-bearded. kept his arms folded, but
scowled and shook his head.
'There'il be a stiletto in the next
round. when the other chap gets his
| work in.'' says the native on the top
step.
Little peanuts is making mighty con-
vincing efforts at innocence-looks as if
he was going to make good"
Don't bet on it-though old Banana
seems willing to give him a show. Hullo.
Banan the def"
The smaller Italian had earned this
commentator by whipping from his
pocket an imaginary pistol and point
ing it at the bushy-bearded mans vest.
This action produced a series of wind
mill exercises, in which the two foreign
ers flung their arms across one another's
shoulders, shook hands with exuberance
nothing had occurred.
well, who'd a thought promising
scrap like that would have ended in a
peace congress-.
The man on the top step was dis
gusted.
.'Shuh-" The other mans voice was
rich and deep with boastfulness. I'VE
Americans are the only men who know
how to put up fight. If that had been
us two they'd be carrying you to the
hospital by this time"
Yes, son, and maybe the coroner
wouldn't be sitting all over you"
They k.ed with the good nature of
sports who understood each other,
though they didn't in the least under
stand the little foreign men.
For Peanuts was describing to Banana
a letter from home giving the details of
the attempted assassination of King Vic
tor and his miraculous escape.
There happened to be somebody around
who knew q mouthful OF italian.