Evening star., 1913-06-22

she might be a wooden slat dressed in
black china silk. was going through
Franklin Park. In one hand she carried
| stout whip and the other gripped a
leather leash with such force that the
knuckles showed up like white marbles.
At the end of the leash capered a poodle
| that was so much fluffy white wool and
| blue ribbon.
Being playfully obstreperous. according
to the nature Of all healthy young things.
| the poodle made frisky darts at every
| body who passed. One man shOoed 1t off,
laughingly; another scolded the small
| thing with an Indulgence that made it
jump higher than ever and snap out a
| joyous yelp. A woman flicked her fingers
at the poodle and he nearly choked HIM
| self by pulling away from the austere
woman to get at a jollier comrade, and
another woman who must like dogs extra
we'll stopped to coax it to come to her.
Before the only -too-willing bit of thing
could respond the austere woman jerked
the leash with a suddenness that yanked
the poodle airWards.
| You mustn't do that, He bites."
What. that little thing! Why, he's
You don't know Claudio! I'm wor-
ried out of my life by this dog. be-
cause people don't realize how danger
Gus he is. l haven't the heart to kill
him--and it would go against my con-
science to give him away, because there
no telling what would happen. and 1
should feel responsible. Besides. my
niece would raise the roof if she should
come home and not find him. She's
If he isn't brought out every day he
carries on like mad. and the girl won t
put up with him She won't own
to it. but 1 know it's because she's
fro of bow II 20
Then the two fought their way along.
and the other woman looked back at
them long enough to treat herself to a
confidential remark:
There goes a poor. wood-dried soul.
who looks as if she had never been
young herself and who doesn't know
youth when she sees it--at the end of
her string.
A woman stood before a mirror in
millinery store and considered hat.
She was not a young woman, and she
could never have been pretty. but. by
way OF compensation, she looked as IL
she had the sense to know it. Which is
a great gift. Her figure was allowed
to assert itself in the matter Of bulges,
her frost-bitten hair was combed back,
wheeled around and jabbed with tuck
comb, and at her throat, which had for
ever lost the contour that spells youth.
a narrow turned-down collar was fas-
tened with a gold-rimmed pin that
framed a mosaic dove flying across a
jet oval
This won't do 1t is entirely too
The clerk took the rather cocky little
toque, twiddled it around her fingers to
exhibit each vantage point and blew
into the feather to show how ostrich-y
1T was:
"Oh. no, it isn't-women much older
than you are wearing this style
II know 1t. And if I were to go in
the street with that thing on my head
| should look ridiculous they do.
Haven't you anything in black hemp and
ribbons. with just little touch Of
Which shows the blessing of common
sense.
Three young persons were at a matinee.
They were not social register young per-
sons but they were as joyous as so many
chattering sparrows, and each possessed
a girl who may wake up any morning
and find herself a homely woman for
life
The one in the middle had her faxen
hair plastered down by fillet of tacky
black velvet and pulled out in scal1ops
over her eyes. Her tender young neck,
streaked with discolored lines made by
near-gOld chain, and caked with chalk
not prepared" cried out for a Scrubbing
brush. and the hat she still kept on was
a 1oppy panama. also near" rigged out
with limp yelling of sea-sick green and
what used-to-be pink roses in fullest
bloom
The girl on her left had a tan tailored
suit that ought to have been in the tub.
with the girl inside of it-and an obvious
ly just-bought collar was so high and SO
stiff that if anybody except herself had
made her wear it she would have been
amply justified in complaining to the po-
lice.
The third girl was sedate little body
in a clean. white barred muslin and beau
tifully brushed hair. And the three of
them We're chewing at the drop-a nickel
in -the-slot candy which the sedate little
body had taken from the seat before
her.
1t was the collar girl who started the
theological discussion. as she watched
the middle girl take three hat pins from
the near-panama and place it in her lap.
so as to be ready for the curtain.
Say. Daise, amt it tough to have to
take off your hat every time You come
to the the-a-ter-I hate it?''
Daise's answer did her credit. despite
the trouble she was having with pre-
sumably granite caramel:
'Nonedeed Name. l don't mind. PeO-
pie gottersee s'wellsme-I donesee why
we done takemoff in church."
"Oh. but we can't Daise, the Interrupt
tion came from the sedate little body:
THE Bible forbids it
"Juslisnat Looly. ! done see why the
church can't foilerfashn's same's every
body else
who wrote up the fashions in the BIZ
BILE. anyhow" the collar girl asked with
a snap of dark eyes that will harden into
shrewishness some day when their chill
dish sparkle goes.
The sedate little body knew.
why, Matthew, Mark. Luke. and
john
well. l should worry! What do they
know about it-I should think they'd
oughta had a woman at the head of the
millinery department. anyhow. Don't
you say SO. DaiSe?
The middle girl indorsed the suggestion
with a promptness which implied inti-
mate knowledge of just how a millinery
department should be run, and the col
lar critic went on:
why. pop can't tell one color from
another. and he's wise as the next.
Oh. suppose those Bible men meant all
right. but-Oh. say, girls, look whose
here"
A couple of callow gentlemen of the
f1amboyant tie age had come in and
taken nearby seats. And the three
girls looked at each other and gigglcd
and giggled and giggled,
Interest in "those Bible men was dis