The Washington herald., 1916-03-12

was offered a more lucrative position
or at any rate he got a better JOHN
another city little farther north.
Weather liars are, of course, plentiful
in that part of the country and many
persons assured Albert that the climate
was so delightful where he was going
that he would not need any refrigerator.
and that everybody slept under blankets
at night. So Albert foolishly sold his fine
refrigerator-at a big sacrifice, too, re-
celvlng only fraction of the amount he
had paid for II.
In his new location he found that he
would need refrigerator after all. But
his brief experience at housekeeping had
instilled into his soul certain principles OF
| economy and frugaiity which forbade
his paying $50 again for a mere ice chest.
He went and bought one for about SIS
But the new refrigerator was never
! satisfactory. Albert never did get done
| regrettlng that he had listened to the
| talk of the weather liars and disposed
! Of his fine white-enameled treasure. He
had sold his birthplace. so to speak. for
a mess of putty. Oh, how sorry he was!
| Years passed, a great many years,
and the people rose up and sent Albert
to Congress. His cup of joy might have
loverflowed except that his one great
lifelong regret-that about sacrificing
| a
spot deep in his bosom.
On reaching Washington to take his
seat up amongst the other great men
OF the nation. Albert looked about for
a furnished apartment. He got a list
of addresses from a gentlemanly real
estater and set forth with a compare
lively light heart
High rents everywhere" he mutter-
ed. and no $50 refrigerator either. I'll
venture"
| At the first place he stopped. the
woman who had the apartment for rent
took a good look at him and faltered:
II think-uh-havent we met before?
We moved here from the West. and it
seems to me that-aren't you the man
who once sold us a refrigerator"
| She escorted johnson to a neat little
Kitchen and there, modestly in one cor
ner as If awaiting his embrace, stood
Johnson's $50 ice box!
| He rented the place on the spot.
| Senator James Hamilton Lewis Is a
| man kindly disposed, and finds oppor-
tunity ever and anon to shed sunshine,
| even apart from that reflected by the
bright glitter of his fine pink whiskers
For example, this happened:
| One Sunday morning sightseeing
| van, carrying a big cargo OF tourists
| was bowling over a Washington street
! when one of the passengers espied Sena'
| tor Lewis over on the sidewalk swing
| ing tauntily along. 1t was the first time
| he had ever seen Lewis, but he had read
| of him and seen pictures of him. Noting
the spats and the merry gait and every
thing, he was certain 1t could be none
other than Jim Ham himself. Now, this
passenger yearned to do something
which would make his companions look
up to him as q person of consequence
He wished to have some prominent
statesman bow to him and thus convince
all the other passengers that one among
them was somebody important AS h'
looked at Lewis he thought how fine II
would be If Lewis only knew him anG
would speak to him.
On sudden inspiration, he yelled al
Lewis: Good morning, Senator"
Lewis never saw the man before, Of
course, but he caught his point of view
and fastened to lend himself to the lit
! bow, Senator Lewis waved friendly sa
Lutte at the tourist, and in clear, bell-lik'
tones, exclaimed:
! We'll, well, I'm very happy to see vol
again.
The tourist will always love Lewis fol
that again
, The scene ls a Washington hat store
Standing in front Of a mirror is Sena
tory Harry Lane, of Oregon, trying OF
modish hat, which he regards as amen
able to his type of manly beauty. He
turns to a bystander, whom he believes
to be a clerk, but who, if the truth were
known, is Congressman John j. Fitz
gerald, chairman of the Appropriation.
Committee, and asks him what he think.
of the hat.
Fitzgerald assumes that Lane ha!
recognized him and is simply seeking
! calm, unbiased, friendly opinion. Sc
he declares that the hat seems to hin
very neat and attractive.