Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-05-20

little girl you love best Of all in the class.
Then lead her to the feast. the others foi-
lowing in procession. singing Merriiy
Miss Earle cuddled the small person
tenderly as she made a plain sign to
Clinton respecting his old-time love. May
Williams. Then she whispered confiden-
TALLY to Carita:
You see. sweetheart, he's got to
choose good leader who knows the
song-but 1 choose your
Taking the great bunch OF flowers,
| with it's shining encasement OF tinfoii
and border of paper lace. from Its
sugary hole in the cakes center, Gin
| ton paused dramatically. casting ap,
praising. eyes over the rosy. upturneo
faces, though his heart knew no shadow
Of turning. The small person watcneo
with resigned but yearning eyes.
WELL then-and that's Carita Afun-
del; Cause she's a gardener laass, for today
With a throbbing bound one little
heart gained heaven. but CONSERVATION
overwhelmed the rest while angry
protest voiced itself:
but that baby don't know single
What's the DIFF? TIL holler loud
'nough for two!" cried dauntless Clint.
through Miss Earles enfolding arms.
the future woman stirring deliciously
within her as she knew herself lowered
with love and beauty. At Clinton's ap-
ablaze, the world at her feet! With the
morning time freshness Of life, she ran
a joyous step to meet him, pink palms
outspread. a dewy bliss misting the blue
of her eyes. Clutching holly her pre-.
cious trophy. a broken cry. "o-h-h!
Clinty" stirred the hero's heart. Bend
ing close to his peachy bit of a bride.
he masterfully drew her arm through
his and whispered:
"W1ii wa he truly married like papa
and mamma?'
"Surep
Her glowing face moved him, but
osity,. so he confided:
"Just the girls"
But Miss Earle. the frustrated
match maker, interrupted their low.
Come, children. lead OF the line
and her voice rose with laughing trill,
followed by aspiring trebles, Clinton
tuned to pure delight. Around and
around the feast they marched. to flut-
ter down into hungry little heaps OF
with innate feminine tact. the moment
when Clinton was eating tri-colored Ice
cream. to say bewitchingly through the
fragrant shelter Of her great bouquet:
Clinty? Cause papa says it's sad for q
child like me to grow up alone, and
mamma says, One, but a lion But
we'll have bout dozen, won't we
Clint"
This prospect, even seen through the
glamour Of variegated frozen rap
ture. was too much, so the boy ejacu-
later:
Gee. I can't afford twelve! 1t takes
money! Why, pa says 1t Keeps him
humpin' Just for US three. But can
sport four kids
knowing, even at her tender age. the
need of money to sport children
Carita chung to her purse. inwardly
vowing to save every penny TIL 1t was
extra daughter.
"Then how many can Manner
why. half Of four, O. course, and
that's two"
His eyes loved her. though scorn
shook his voice. but he felt dimly that
it was best for the man to know the
most as he held up the proper number
Of fingers Now, all was clear and her
little mother heart foated away on
blissful waves Of maternal dreaming.
Seeing himself forgotten, Clinton
gulped ice cream in chilly silence and
darkly plotted the wisdom of not hav-
ing any kids" as he heard Carita in
radiant absorption, whisperingly name
her rosy digits: "E-duff-and Hor-
tense-and@
That's ALI" snapped the small home
founder, ruthlessly cutting short the
sweet enumeration of her jewels, for
he languished in benighted Ignorance OF
the reserve potency Of the magic purse.
THE END.