Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-01-05

Red again | know the other was diving
Most likely. It's The way with men.
The first wife could walk. but he has to
have an automobile for his dear second"
Maybe he's too weak TO walk to his
Office
Maybe Still. if he's gone and married
girl young enough - be his grand
daughter he might as well try and put
her in a good humor instead of sitting
Ike a stone image. If she wasnt
administering ahead. like that"
Maybe he isn't staring ahead. Maybe
he is looking backward. At somebody
waiting for him over at the corner. Maybe
he sees himself sprnting toward her
young and bouyant and.
Then the chauffeur whizzed off with the
discontented young woman and the Thin
white old man.
And maybe-just maybe-she was his
granddaughter. after all
II was 10 o'clock at night and ranin-
hard. The window of a flower shop Wa
bla zing with electric lights and on the
outside swarmed a double bank OF UNI
brella-topped men, two women, a police
man and colored boy.
The thing they were looking at was a
rustic pool with pebbly bed and sleeping
lilies around its rim. Floating on the
water was a plank that served as roosi
for six huddled together baby ducks. al
Of them asleep. like the lilies.
One lone little yellow fellow padded
awake as if the electric lights meant
noon. And one Of the men who looked
on. said to the woman with him:
That little chap ought to be sound
dusk to dawn
| Which shows what environment will
| do even for a duck.
A colored woman carrying "A basket
| boarded car Ii was crowded. and
cha had IN cat n N SfT
one hand and hold her basket in the
other. 1t must have been heavy. for
its obvious contents consisted of some
| body's weeks wash tucked under a
patch of lace curtain.
| A man in the seat nearest was about
| to get up. when he noticed that the
woman was not OF his class So he
settled back and paid no further at
| tention
| white woman on a side seat reached
up. took the basket and placed ii on
| the floor at her feet. The colored woman
| put her thanks in words
| Its right smart heavy feeling TINS
week. 1 just got home from the hos
pital the other day
| The white woman got up and made
the colored woman sit down
| The change attracted the attention or
the man. He got up and offered the
| white woman his seat.
| She refused it,
| IT was Just an everyday talk about an
| everyday subject. but the woman VII
| overheard was interested enough W S"''"
| il on her pad:
"Children are funny little things. Ny
| mother used to keep shop. and. OF
| course, she gave us pennies but We
| never spent them with her. We patron
| ICED another store. The other store wonl-
| ans children spent their pennies with
my mother And ] used to wonder what
made my mother laugh when the OUTSIDE
L xrFttl
| "'How much is them two-for-a-cent
| choc.ts An what's the price of them
five-for-a-penny-gum drops? The price
tags didn't mean thing. There was
colored church nearby, and THURSDAY
| nights mother would keep open and get
quite a bit of trade from the congregation
] after service.
'There was one black and very pom
| nous man who would come I'm regularly
| with his lady friend before church To
buy a cents worth of peppermint drops
to eat while the preachin' was goin' on
| He liked wintergreen, but the woman was
| so coouett!shly addicted to another flavor
that mother would mix the cents worth
| and put them in two bags They debated
| that cents worth of drops as Importantly
| as if il had been a. five-pound box OF
finest ever. and when they went out inc
| woman was as complacent as II she
| meant to brag later on of her treat. Ana
| poor, dear, little mother.
| * X X X
One old family cook had a surprise COM
ing to her Christmas morning.
There are two children I'm the house
| and each hung up stocking for AuntN
| Aunty isn't In the Cinderella class. so the
children's mother, with an eye to the use
fulness of the gift, bought good big
pair of serviceable stockings. and Santa
! added to their size with bulges and bumps
of good things from his pack
| When the cook saw the stocking dang
| ling from the mantel Christmas morning.
so big and bulgy that they couldn't pos
sibiy have belonged to any member OF
the family, the mother of the children
explained:
"They are for you Aunty. The chill
dren hung them up for you and Santa
filled them
And by that time the old family COOK
was able TO gasp out:
us dey-silk?"