Evening star., 1917-10-28
AROUND THE CITY.

with the knot on her own bundle %
| voice the reminder.
hair bows for Elias girls. can't I? san
woman. why don't you open your bundle
and see what you gotT"
Because know I'm going to be disapS
was-rd oughter had sense to save my
good nifty insteader buyin' q pig in 1
poke"
"well. I like that. Here you bennep
now. lissen at you! I'm satisfied. ali
right, an II I wasn't I'd be satisfied.
| anyhow. seein' every little helps to win
the war. Say. II you wanter get your
fifty back I'll take your bundle off'n you
! Il like the s'prise OF it,
| I'll do no sucher thing. II you want
another bundle than what you got go
an buy it insteader tryin' to work mo
outer mine
| Which seems to show that even In SO
| trifiing a matter as a rummage sale hu-
man nature must needs poke its finger
| In the pie.
We may swipe from Marcus Aurelius
and get away with it. and pass up Plato
as our own. maybe But when it comes
TO cribbing Ineersoll before a man who
used to know Bob-cave canem!
The man was one of a bunch-meaning
coterie-in a small room In a big hotel.
sitting under the lecture-lure Of ''the
most remarkable speaker you ever
heard, really which in sense was
| true. Next to the Bob-man sat a plain
soul who in her years of solitude has
adopted Marcus as an elder brother and
Plato as a pa Otherwise. she didn't
count.
The remarkable one ran along beau.
tifully until he got to high place.
where he felt called upon to critictse tho
work of that Architect of Whom we be-
lieve all things and know nothing. He.
himself could have made much setter
| job OF It.
! "Qld age and death are mistakes. Had
created this world. should have as
sured Immortality for man by making
| health catching instead of disease
The Bob-man bolted in with an inter-
| ruption. which was halted by the plain
soul, who Jabhed him on the arm Ana
as she had never laid eyes on him be-
| fore he naturally paused for explana~
tion. While he was doing It, the coterie
meaning bunch-broke out in rasn
of applause and the protest was ouried
under laurels.
LET him be happy" cautioned the
n,.In soul "if he wants to father such
'ft is a splendid idea. II 1T could be
carried out it would make this world .
| heaven on earth.
| TT would make US all so miserable
| that YOU and / and everybody would
/ pray for death to come back and orins
along his scythe. How do you suppose
we could have room to turn around IN.
| If nobody ever died? AS 1t is, big lot
| of people live too long for the young
| folks who are hankering for what's
coming to them. This world is all rlgnt.
! And when the time comes. we VIII fnd
| that the power that made this one can
| make a better one-but when 1t comes
| to Ineersoll, / could beat him all to
smash
! The Bob-man took the boast with
| commendable pleasantly and asked ior
details, but it isn't polite to talk while
| a lecture is going on. so-the plain soul
just considered plans socially with
| herself-you know how II is. you dear
/ sisters, who have to live-and live
4; alone
| u should let my humans grow to half
! the Bible limit, and then turn them
| around at thirty-flve to go backward
! There would be none Of the loneliness
| and heartbreaks of age and none OF
! the terrors of death. There would be
| just childhood and vigorous middle age.
| with the experiences of the first half or
| the journey TO help out the round trip
| to the nursery
| Look at the women, will you-my
| wife is one of them-lathering compli-
| ments on that fraud, You know as well
! as do that he stole his thunder from
| Ingersou. 1t would serve him deuced
right If l was to show him up before
the whole crowd"
But he didn't, of course. seeing that no
man or woman outside of the cad class
ever humilates a fellow being before
of making him squirm. And the Bob
man was not that kind Neither was
the plain soul.
MAMIE LANCASTER.