Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-25

needed the sparrows and the Spinster
person. The jonQuil might have been
magic wand that was giving him
glimpse backward to other jonquiis
that .bloomed in the garden OF his
youth.
You never can tell what wonderful
thing is going on in the heart and soul
and brain of a man you pass on Nfe's
crossroads. Especially man VINO goes
marching through q park carrying
jonquil as If it were a blessed candle.
1t had rained and the car was as wet
as a washtub on blue Monday.
Mud-caked laborers, soppy enough 10
hang on a clothesline instead OF car
straps, crowded together with the lassi-
tude that comes to oldish toilers after a
days tussle with pick and maui; rubbers
smelled their rubberist. and to the end
less chain of coughs and sneezes was
added the lightweight atmosphere OF
composite humanity shut up In close
suburbs way off somewhere in the dusk.
A stout woman, as wet as rat
when a rat is wet-tried to keep on
terms with a strap and failed. she
was so short and gaspy. and her plush
coat must have been so heavy and so
demmed moist and unpleasant-re-
member Mantilini?-that a woman who
was seated got up and offered her place.
Before the stout woman could take
possession young man pumped nim-
the case. The young man paid no at
tention. but stared at the foggy window
through which he couldn't see. Possibly,
just possibly, he knew no better, 30
Wen let 1T go at that. And, anyhow.
there is always q Sir Galahad to match
every cad that shows up-which. doubt
less, accounts for this world being such
a satisfactory place to live in.
An ancient negro, who had been doing,
with his hands crossed over his tin
bllckof with tho e1nw affffnn9a 0f
old bones that have been having q rest,
and gave the stout woman his seat. The
other woman took it upon herself to
thank him for his courtesy and as the
two hung on neighboring straps, Sir Gal
ahad explained the why Of his manners.
Oats nothin'. lady. Use got to act
like gentman, because was bawn and
riz one. Nome I amt got no good cloes,
is had great 'vantages. Amt no family
highern mine. Nome. Ev'ybody knows
what fine gent'man ole marse was.
An ole miss was lady clar thoo. fun
de day she was bawn till de night she
laid down an died arter marse got killed
at Anteetum. Yesum. I suttinly has had
'vantages In my time. thank Gawd.
Yesum."
Oh. yes. Galahads are as plentiful as
cads. any day in the year. The soul of
at King Arthur's Round Table
Sometimes, for instance. 1t finds home
in the wOrk-wOrn body OF q man whose
youth Of slavery is the most blessed
memory Of his old age Yesum.
Two women were looking over the lace
exhibit at the old museum. They skipped
descriptive labels. but apparently en-
jQyed reading out the names Of Mrs.
Pinchot, the founder Of the exhibit: Mrs.
Roosevelt and other collectors who have
had the taste to select, tho money to
buy and the generosity to loan to an
educational showing. rare webs that the
majority Of people would have no other
chance to SEQ.
The two women passed laces that have
been worn by royalty and historic prel-
ates; laces that were woven In damp
cellars by fingers whose toll must have
been rewarded by heaven centuries ago;
altar cloths. shawls, founces, handker-
chiefs and collars from every country
came to a rare example of time-yellowed
rose point, which reminded one woman
of something that was personally inn
portant.
Have you tried carpet warp yet? I'm
making me table scarf. It's grand to
work with-I made q whole yard Of it
yesterday afternoon. and I didn't hurry
over 1t, either It's yellowish, just like
this"
The other woman had not tried carpet
warp yet, but the interest she showed in
the subject proved that for two women
in this town. anyhow, Mrs. Pinchot has
collected famous laces In vain.
Supreme satisfaction In ones own
achievements must be an idyllic condition
to live In, but
Oh, sisters, think OF having to live In
the same house with It'll