Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-01-28

cord, the car was whizZing on its way.
The woman made II bolt for the door
| and repeated her order. The car was
stopped. The conductor asked for rea-
son, and every passenger looked on.
Reason enough. Give me back my
transfer and let me get out before some
thing happens
Happens? What's the matter with this
car? Nothing's going to happen to
That's all you know! Didn't / see that
woman raise her umbrella before she left
the car, and do you suppose I'm going
against luck like that? No. Stree.
don't get my neck broken on this trip
Give mo back that
The conductor, wise enough to know
that he had bucked into an oversupersti-
tious soul, who. perhaps. was cranky or
the subject. smiled amiably. returned the
transfer. helped the woman out the po-
litest he knew how. and then the car
whizzed on to the end of the route.
Nothing happened
Once on n time n great master created
with his pen child whose back was
bad and whose legs were queer.
And the world loved Jennie Wren be-
cause of her sorrowful kinship to other
children created by the greatest of all
Masters, whose Affections are shut in
by walls instead of between the covers
of book. For one tnStance-naming
no names:
He belongs in the social register class.
A governess reads him story books, and
his father and mother cuddle him in
their arms, but-a boy wants more than
that. 4 boy wants to be a regular fell
low like the kids in the street. He
doesn't know, yet, about the dreadful
thing that would happen II the steel
brace was embarrassed from his neck,
but he sort Of has his suspicious. And
not being a regular fellow there come
times when he whimpers for his free
dom.
The other afternoon the child was
put, as usual, at the window TO watch
sor his father to come home But while
he waited something else caught his
attention and the man stood outside,
startled at the happy eagerness with
which his son had forgotten his coming
to watch boy skim along on one skate
The child beat joyously on the win
dow pane. and the youngster outside, alive
to unexpected admiration, waved back
and spun circles and figures of eight.
The father slipped in the house sc
| that the mother could see the child
like that. And when she begged that
the boy might be paid to come again
he told of a better plan:
II believe he will, anyhow. And II
he does-if he does. I'll pay for his
education. and give him a start in life.
And if the one-skate youngster should
come back and II the man should keep
to his intention:
The great recorder of the things OF
earth will doubtless write down beau
tiful and Understandable reason why
one child should be a hopeless cripple
and another child should have his
chance in life.
That time it showed two women
trudged along under an umbrella that
the fakes had turned into a mushroom
1t was a way-off street of unbroken
white. and except for another woman
behind. who didn't count. the two had
it all to themselves until a squirrel
scurred to the front, sat on its
launches and held up beseeching paws
Having nothing to give, the woman
who held the umbrella relieved her
regret by blaming Nature for not prop
erly attending to her own affairs.
THE idea Of creating a helpless mite
to perish in weather like this! If ]
was Providence. 1 would at least give a
squirrel intelligence enough to-Oh,
! look at that dog-Oh-h!"
A wagon had numbered up. and in the