Evening star., 1918-10-06

mending 1t; and II you hear any more
from him let me know'and I'll go into
pretenses. 1t is fraud of this sort,
sir, that ruins any trade. Better
come out with me. madam, and the
next time you want antiques take an
expert along"
And the chances are that the am
cestral whatnot will never know the
companionship of table to match.
THE other Sunday woman on her
way to church was accosted by a
young second lieutenant, who asked
with eager frankness:
"Will you do me a favor--that is, II
you are going to this church up the
street?"
AS the woman was going to the
church and was glad to do the favor.
the officer opened his coat and furtive-
~ revealed gay little umbrella which
he passed over with a gasp Of relief.
He said:
This belongs to a woman In that
church and 1 am to give 1t to her. My
wife borrowed it last night and was to
meet the lady here to return it, but a
headache kept her home and had to
bring it instead"
But how am to know the woman?"
THAT part is all right. All want
you to do is to carry 1T to church for
with this noisy thing. Everybody was
grinning at me and nudging each
other until I had the sense to hide 1t.
But, heavens alive. 1 might have got
trouble We are not allowed to carry
things like this. but what could I -?
The woman leaves for the west on the
noon train. 1 give you my. word,
though. II had noticed 1t before ac-
cepting its shelter last night I would
rather have gotten soaked"
1t was quite the most startling UNI
brella the friend in need had ever
seen, of deep green with broad edge
of yellow and with a bow Of green
toise she'll handle, topped by q yellow
celluloid hoof.
They walked together to the church
entrance. where he relieved the good
Samaritan and asked the usher for
certain pew, In which sat q pretty:
yellow haired woman. who smiled and
nodded and placed the gorgeous at
fair in the corner
That was all there was to 1t. except
that the woman who helped out and
who has been doing various patriotic
services for men in uniform was able
to tab down this one in her memory
as being the most unique.
P. S-This good little happening
was given out by friend.
X
THERE is new toy-mado In
Japan-which looks like q lead
pencil and sounds like a horn.
Everybody-leaving out .'old man
Scrooge-accepts Christmas horn as
forgivable crime. but 1t was per-
fectly obvious that every passenger on
the car wanted to choke Off a small
girl who footed her way from Capitol
Hill to Center market the other fore
noon. She was pretty child with
remarkable lung power and her per-
sistency is going to be a fine asset II
she grows UP to apply 1t along safe
lines. AS she blew into the pesttfer-
walled her eyes around seif-con-
sciously in search of appreciation.
Getting none, she footed. louder for
a pleasant change. Her presumable
chronic patience characteristic Of par
ents who are too mistakenly fond to
make their youngsters BEHAVE, put
the passengers around were not SO
, placidly resigned. Two Jolly; Jolly; com, com,
empty market baskets and cord bags.
had things to say on the subject.
and they said them good and loud:
II like kids all right. but II that
young one belonged to me Id spank
her so hard that
what can you expect with a
mother like that?"
The IN mother th woman nan .nra must t,nass nass
} red. but she pretended not to-. The
child merely footed a little louder.
The two marketers got out at 9TH
street and the horn virtuoso slipped
into window seat one of them had
, vacated and sounded farewell toot
Of jubilation. It was also what you
might call her swan song, for the con-
duCtor, goaded to Intervention, po-
litely invited the young miss to con-
slider her recital at an end.
To the gaspy astonishment of every
body around-and just to show that
,, it takes all sorts of people to make up
car crowd-a fat, little old body In
badly laundered white,T topped with a
rose pink sweater that would have
been all the better for launerding Of
any sort, charged lance In behalf OF
the breaker of the peace.
LET the child play IL she wanster!
Don't you know that the angels in
4 heaven play horns? If you don't.
can show you picture of little winged
cherubs a-blowing gold"
:. 'sThef's all right lady. / haven't got