Evening star., 1912-11-10
everywhere,- to encourage you in your

everywhere, to encourage you in your
work. something like this:
4 just wish you could write up some
of the sights ] see. / run across shoals
of things. regular screams, every day of
my life.
She doesn't say in so many bald words
that they are more interesting than the
things YOU see. but the inference is so
assertive that it compels you to ask, in
behalf of your column, that she will
mention one.
"Why-er-isn't it funny how things
slip your mind when you've got them
right on the tip of your tongue? Tell
YOU what III do. Next time l come
across something good III jot it down
and send it to you to help you out
In your desire to live up to the honesty
| that is the best policy. you interrupt to
ask why she doesn't write out her clever
| things and get paid for it herself She
accepts your suggestion with the good
nature of genius who is too lazy to
| work
| "Oh, l know / ought to- My friends
/ are always telling me l ought to write
| a book. and maybe / will some day.
| Why don't you?,
And because you have the sense to
know that your ability is tallow can
die instead Of locomotive headlight
! you admit with becoming frankness that
/ you don't write a book because you can't.
| The Legion feels sorry for YOU and
trips off with the compiacent satisfaction
| L.
much better she could do your work than
you are doing it yourself.
| And YOU go back TO your desk to find
| tickets, for a lecture. or, maybe. play
| or a pile OF books fresh from the press:
| or a sunbeamy note from some friend
you never saw. but whose name is dis
ttinctly not Legion. And then. If it hap
pens to be Monday, you go down in ar
| elevator to an office and get something
| that looks like an envelope, but is really
/
want-except the things that money can
not buy.
And when night comes you kneel al
| your window and look up at the stars
as you always have done and always
| will because your mother told YOU a
| long time ago that God lived up there
| And you thank Him for the candlepow.
| er ability that has put so many blessings
J in your life.
| And that makes ii all right.
| She looked like q twin sister to the
| woman who sweeps cobwebs from the
! sky
| Her hobble hat was banded around its
peak with red velvet, more red velvet
laced the front of jacket just escapej
| from the latest fashion plate and her
| black skirt was short enough to reveal
the heels and buckles that all of us have
seen a-straddle q broomstick-in the fairy
| tale.
| But she sure was stylish.
| Her companion was an ordinary sort
of corn beef and cabbage man. and he
submitted to the Womens talk with a
| listlessness that seemed yerging on q
yawn.
Il don't care whether you sign the
lease or not. ! positively refuse to stay
| In that fiat another year. If We can't
have an apartment like other decent peo-
| pie III rent a house. Yes. 1 will
She said it as If she were making a
threat. The man shrugged his shoulders
| as II he took 1t that way.
There was nothing TO the incident, of
course, except that before the days of
either humble fiat or stylish apartment
there used to be a nation that honored a
man for the reason that he wrote song.
And the song was:
Home Sweet Home"