Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-07-05

ers were scattered over the street
Nice Mr. Blank picked up one long
stemmed pink carnatlon and took II WIFE
him to a high-up Office. filled with men
type machines. whirly breeze wheels ana
one woman, who, confidentially. olon
count.
Being a nice Mr. Blank. he passed the
carnation over to the woman, VINO pun
the flower in a glass of water on hef
desk and let it stay there until 1t was
time to go home.
The carnation was almost dewy. ana
so fragrant that the breeze wheels Whlrr-
ed its sweetness all over the big room
and into the soul of the woman
What a flower means to the soul OF
woman isn't at all In this story. except
that II made her take 1t away with her
when she left the high-up office. ana
even dominated her to the extent OF ol-
recting her way to big church Win an
evergreen door.
In the big church there is a dim. silent
chapel where the Mother OF sorrows
holds the ifeless body of her SON. AL
WAYS there are kneeling figures at prayer
and many times flowers are laid on the
marble floor and balustrade.
So the woman said her bit of PRAYER
Of the marble and was gong away "Heh
another woman touched her arm:
Would you mind letting me have thai
flower? ! want to give it away
She was a shabby sort OF woman nut
SO convincing in her earnestness that the
carnation woman lifted the blossom from
the marble. if weighing her rleht 10
take .,ack what she had already gwen
Once before, last winter, came IN
here to rest and get warm, and saw
neople leave bouquets at this place, ana L
came again today hoping Wouid see
somebody come in with flowers so that
could ask for one wouidn 40 H. o,i.S
I have no money for flowers; It's as much
as poor folks can do to buy bread ana
l don't know anybody who has mowers
in their yard. It's for my mother Sne
been sick a good spell, and TINS niolains
she took a queer turn and keeps oesglnS
me for posy from her garden Sie
amt had a garden for fifty years Ano
I didn't have cent to get even SO iiiuch
.s a weed-daisy- L tried TO neg one iron,
q flower shop but you get kinder tlmld
when YOU are old and poor dressed Ana
hated to go home without humor1ns
nv mother She never was a hano 10
ask for anything for her own seH-she
wouldn't do it now. except she's out OF
her head-that's what hurts me so
don't know what put 1t into my head to
come in here except that l was passing
and remembered those other flowers
soiwzndni ETAO SHRD etao shrdl up
1t Is ridiculous of course. downright
ridiculous to suppose that florist
wagon should he deliberately MADE 10
break down and spill a flower: that
man should be intended to PICK ~ up
and give it to a woman who should be
Ted to a church where another WON
an who didn't know what put 1t into
her head to go in that church shouio
be waiting. merely to take it to one
who on the borderland of eternity,
should long for a flower from the gar,
den of her long-gone youth-and
And yet that's what happened.
A woman had bag of loosely meshed
cord In the bag was her marketing,
which included strenuous young rooster
Its yellow legs were thrust through the
meshes and its head was craned through
the gathered opening at the top ohce
in a while it squawked-
Being woman. she stopped In a stoie
on her way home
The bargain counter was banked three
deep and the bag was in the way so
the woman set 1t on the moor, ana IN heI
ambition to grab a green lawn remnant
before the woman who had the other
end could make up her mind whether she
wanted 1t or not. forgot all about her
marketing until a babel of CALCULATIONS
caught her interest in time to see her
bag nopping out of the door. And
souawking as II went
When the woman had swooped down on
her bag and caught it on the fly. one OF
the dozen or two other women who had
left off misunderstanding to stand
around and create a cruelty TO animals
atmosphere of COMMUNICATION, spoke up
with that tremolo of virtuous pity we
all know about:
You certainly couldn't eat that poor,
dear chicken. could you? l wouldn't"
The owner of the bag was good and
mad:
II don't reckon you would. ma'am.
the chicken-eatin' class
Somebody laughed Another somebody
made first dive back to the bargain
counter and was followed by the pell
nell crowd The rooster woman went off
and
That's all.
Two women at a bargain counter:
The one who talked had the worried
eyes that come from an overburden of
wealth-and d worried ryoice to match.
That hundred ought to be bringing
in interest this minute, but YOU never
can tell when you've got hold of a bad
investment-seens like l ought to be get
ting per cent. anyhow
Where have you got it placed now?"
The one who asked had just bought
remnant with an eighth of a yard
thrown in and was consequently at peace
with all the world.
Pinned right here in my breast
BOSOM
Safest place to keep Thanks are apt
to fail any day.
II know it. still-even II they are
risky. they pay interest-and a safety
pin doesn't. Besides it is such an ever
lasting temptation TO break into it Ny
husband wants phono@raph awful bad,
and I'd give my eyes for one of them
Tvalyers with a diamond set-and when
fall comes I'll be wanting to buy me a
suit without waiting for even the first
rnarkdown. And you can't even depend
safety pins these days, one rusted
and another got bent. and this one is
turning brassy- And then again
And a third woman who had listened
until the clerk brought her change
walled within herself that she had TO go
off without hearing more.
A sea turtle sprawled on the
bricks in front Of an eating house. It's
efforts to crawl away We're so vigorous
that it seemed that the rope that held it
must saw through its leathery hide.
To a batch IF lockers on the outcraned
neck. staring. eNpressio1less ewes and
scramblins fiippers possessed all the at
traction of a vaudeville turn.
Gee. III have to have mess off'n
that old fellow.
The stocky young made his an
the lips that spoke we'll for business in
side the wire-screened doors-with visions
of tables within.