Evening star., 1917-09-30

But the spring won't
The world Is losing its sense oe huns.
Here IL proof:
Three touring cars whfxssd down d.
street tho other day. Each dew psnnons
Of white rags and the one in the lead was
oandaged with q sheet labeled, sJust
Married" Each occupant waved q fas
and the lot of them laughed hilariousiy
to let the poor prosaic street know what
a bully good time they were having Tho
one naw In the perfect fun was a colored
chauneur who looked as aueterely remote
as the classic deaths head at the classic
feast. Anybody could tell he was a gen-
tleman.
But the people. walking and riding, lost
interest as soon as they realized what
was going on-which showed a lack Of
appreciation. don't you know? For whom
farce. That is really the only way for
1t to be taken by two people who are
about to found a home and rear children
made in the image and likeness OF God.
Sure. 1t was fun. And the only reason
that nobody saw It but the wedding
party was because
Oh. because the world is losing its
sense OF humor.
X
newsroom was as still as a clock with
its works run down except for ono
typewriter that clattered out Sunday
copy-like this. There was the war
watch. of course. but as one man OF
him was reading his afternoon stuff
and the other was making out checks
and both were too busy to bother about
a mere visitor who had dropped in for
friendly look on reporter who
wouldn't be back until morning. the
woman at the typewriter asked II ne
would like to leave message? No, he
didn't know as it mattered-unless she
would like to take down a good little
story. The woman. being of the kind
that likes a good little story like a rat
likes cheese. put in a fresh sheet, and.
listen:
money express at a certain station, be-
cause It was the loneliest on tho road.
The agent had been called away by .
fake telegram. so he set the express
signal for a clear track and left his
wife in charge. And early night came
along.
The chief of the gang. being a half
way decent fellow who never harmed q
woman when he could get somebody
else to do 1t. ordered his two accom-
plices to enter the house and alter the
signal and not to kill the woman II it
crept toward the door each made q
sudden bolt down the track. pausing
only to gasp out to the chief that the
house was filled with men who were
singing. The chief ordered them back.
but they rushed on and out OF the
story.
AS the money express was nearly due
the chief determined to manage the
job alone. Wiser to the ways Of prog
ress. he recognized as he neared the
house that the men had been friRhten-
ed away by a talking machine. BY the
time he had got near enough to the
window to glimpse the woman. she had
put on another record and a singing
voice began a ballad, which held for
the man memory that made him
pause And as he listened, the money
express flashed by.
How did you come to know what
was in the mans mind? Did he con-
fessg'
The visitor shook his head deprecat-
ingly and told the woman she had an
Imagination like a cash register. Be-
sides. the great thing about the incl
dent was the safety as well as the
pleasure of possessing a.
Then the woman knew that the good
little story was just good little ad
for the blank machine.
MAMIE LANCASTER.