Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-18
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for reminding me of my dancing days."
he chuckled to his companion, as he
fumbled in his vest pocket This isn't
case where you're expected to be charita~
BILE, old man, because I don't believe you
you old stiff. you"
''Oh. might as well chip in. The poor
soul looks as II she never had any dane
ing days either"
And the old stiff dropped a quarter In
the bag.
A blind colored man who sells matches
stood on q corner with three boxes in his
outstretched hand. A white man paused
In passing to ask him what he charged.
Three boxes for a nickel, sir-same-
same as in the stores
Make anything much at this sort OF
buSinesS?"
my profit, sir, is Z cents on every
dozen. Sometimes I sell as many as four
dozen a. day, and then. again. l don't
sell one. The snowy spell was right hard
ON me. but 1 hope to pick UP a little
business from now on. sir
This your only way Of making Nv
Eyes, sir A blind man like me don't
have much Of a chance. I can't pick and
choose my work. l has to be thankful
for what I can get, sir"
Hard luck being blind, eh?"
Eyes. sir, I finds 1t right hard
II should think so. Too bad"
And the white man, having SatlSneo MS
curiosity. walked on.
Without buying a match!
A woman stood at second-story back
window aand threw belated Christmas
wreath down into her yard. She had
aimed 1t at a cat on the fence.
And missed 1t.
Two men passing on the pavement saw
the attack and its failure. And one OF
them said to the other:
Tod Iof f1rx1 tn IN
that-letting her Christmas fixings hang
around all this time and then finging
'em on the dump. like everyday trash"
What else could she do? Stuffs dead"
any sentiment to her-about Christmas
and home. and the rest of it-seems to me
she'd want to burn q wreath like that
just as she would an old love letter, say
BY that time the woman at the window
had SHE'D a second Christmas wreath at
the cat.
And hit It,
A woman going along in the dusk of
business street noticed an Oldish man be-
fore store window.
He was a tall, thin man with students
stoop to his shoulders and with the pro-
file of a deep thinker. AS he stood. mo-
tionless and with a look of absorbed con-
temptation, the woman, knowing how
slight O. thing will recall old days and Old
scenes felt without knowing thdt the
man had seen some article in the window
that had reminded him Of his past. With
the instructive sympathy that one lonely
soul always feels for another, she walked
by quietly, so as not to disturb his line
Of thought But, in passing, she glanced
at the window to see If she could deter
mine what had worked the charm.
It was trousers, marked down for. this
day only.
hi1 hlue policeuan was sauntering
along the Avenue side Of the Treasury. AS
he neared 18th street he saw something
ahead that caused him to spur his gait
to a rapid walk. and then to an almost
run.
A swarm Of newsboys on hand to sell
afternoon papers to the clerks broke out
in a rush of excitement and followed at
the policeman's heels. The policeman be-
gan to race and the boys tagged after
Two men who had passed turned and
Joined the procession. The sensation ex-
tended even to the people waiting at the
junction and a colored girl who was
wheeling g. baby across the asphalt
steered its go-cart into a popcorn wagon
while she called on the general public to
tell her who was kilt.
BY that time the policeman. having
reached the track, gave a forward bound
and a swinging, upward leap
He had been running to catch car.