Evening star., 1918-09-29

hours ago I'm afraid it isn't entirely
genteel-thoueh ! wouldn't mention it
to you for the world now that we have
met, so fortunately for you. shall es-
honor is mine. ! admit l wheeled up
to you because l was curious to see
what manner Of woman 1t could be who
was walking the middle of the street as
If it belonged to her-but there my i'm
pertinence ends. for-this is secret be-
tween us--I am not that exciting gen.
tleman of fiction, a bold. bad man.
T. ''And he kept up his monotone until
we reached my door. Then he dispensed
a dose of advice.
Good night, and take this small but
valuable bit of knowledge inside with
you: If 1t is necessary for you to make
practice Of being out at night, buy
Ie Rmd the ssse next time m eass fairly decent man
speaks to you don't pretend to be dumb
II bought a whistle, but in the five
years walked the world when even the
clock hands ought to be asleep I never
had cause to use It: Oh, mashers, OF
course. but I'm not considering mashers
Il am telling you about men,"
And she Is a woman who knows.
X
DROGRESS has its victims One Of
them is an old washerwoman,
who has been keeping her ladies as
white as snowdrops all summer. but
now finds her occupation going be-
cause her granddaughter has got
war job. She was telling her Miss
Jessie about IT.: -.
"Yessum, Mittie lef' me last Monday
to run nellivator in sto'. They
has to get to work fust thing in the
mawnin'. so she's gone bodin' with
some yother gals that lives higher
than does. An l can't wiring out
like 1 uster. Miss Jessie. Pears to me
to me so. An If you don't git your
clo'es real wrung they comes out
streakylke, yessum. She says she
amt goin' to play on the washbode
no mo-, because Washin is slow der,
but tell her nemmlne. she bounter
with. an the men comes trunlin'
back home to their wuk, which the
womens isser goin vile over. Mo-
over, says, Mittie. you mark my
wuds, time you pay foh your room
rent and your three mealser day, and
cyar fare .goin' an comm, for me to
hep you git out your washin' Sundays,
you amt as we'll off as wen l give
you your keep an two dollars, reglar.
rAn't I right, Miss Jessie?' Because
Jessie, they haster have a whole
passler wite ap'ns an shutwaises-
annow she wants wife shoes for evy
day, eX'y day, mine you. Miss Jessie,
an the good Lawd knows 1 never
hadder pairer wife shoes in all my
young miss wen she mahied de cunnel
after the war. I don't mean this here
way-off war, Miss Jessie, but de real big
civial war that all the quality fit in
shoes, cepin pahty slippers, it suttinly
pears foolish for Mittie to be a-settin'
herself up to weah 'em ev'y day. They
may talk all they want to bout not
goin' back into suvvice no mo- but a
frenner mine says they won't git the
gointer have 'munty kitchens where
you en- buy vittles ready made like
you do close-an' I clare. Miss Jessie,
i don't blame 'em. War wuk is all
right for them that wants it. but 1
benner washin' foh fohty-f' yeahs for
wite folks an I'm sattersfied. if only
it wasn't for my wris' bones-they
suttinly huts when it comes to wiring
in'-what makes it, Miss Jessie?'
But Miss Jessie only patted the old
shoulders and laughed the question
away She could not tell the faithful
soul she calls Brown Sugar" because
of her sweetness and color, that balky
wris' bones mean old age.
The thing she did say was that she
would take look at one of those iron
wringers the first time she went down.
town. Which answered just as we'll.
**
TT is just possible that you have no.
ticed swarms of office workers
waiting at car stops. And 1t may be
that you have observed the cars-so
many sausages stuffed with humans
fash by because of inability TO accom-
modate the proverbial one more. but
The chances are that you missed the
fine thing that happened Tuesday
morning. a few minutes before >
o'clock 1t was at that curve at "a
jerks the life out of you when the
conductor stops short to let you out,
and the corner was crowded with
clerks waiting for a car that didn't
come. After waiting and waiting.
with every second trimming off the
time to get to work in, big automo-
bfe whizzed into sight carrying only
chauffeur and a big military NAH
all blue and gold.
When the officer saw the crowd he
made the chauffeur slow up and take
on six people. He said he was on his
way to the State, War and Navy
building and would be glad to carry
any one going that way. Among his
black who came home that evening
from a long days work to jubilate
over her ride-like this:
"fou know i am not OF the pushing
kind. so L thought | would stand
back and let some one else get in.
but the officer beckoned me, and--it
was the finest big. shiny car l ever