Evening star., 1918-01-13
AROUND THE CITY.

Iwilr'-snd the sucker ,chuckled at hia
own EXPENSE. as II the Joke was wortA
the money. 8
He was ono bony-ribbed old horss-lAAf
couldn't skate. SO he slipped on shoSe&
and fell. :
In the wagon he was hfsohsd to -
two women OF the gingham apron oaaR
both with the comfortable shapslsaD-S
ness that comes from hog and ooez
pone. One sat behind on Q sack e
something, shrouded under . QuStS md
with her head bound all around WIN q
pink nuby that had faded in the vssh3
The w6man who drove was topped WITH
q fur cap with ear flaps that was law<
fully intended for man. Everything
else was lathes and scantling picked urs
from some house wrecking, except foA
one chicken that craned its head above
wired box top.
The driver-woman numbered to the
asphalt, when the horse began to slide
and tried to hold him UP. But he felS
with a CONTINGENCIES that could have
given points to Mother Eve and Old
Rome. 2
Pink Nuby kept to her sack. buE
other was too wise to follow. MAny
people crossed the asphalt. most OF
them on their way to their government
Jobs. and no clerk wants to be tardy$S
Others with nothing better on hang
stood around to SEQ what the womaI
would do.
She could do nothing. Tho old horsss
lay as rigid as a dead thing that needs
ed burying, his eyeballs showing white4
and his exposed teeth hard and yellow3
like winter corn. :
Just as it seemed the exciting momenef
for a policeman TO come along and do
tan crossed from the south side OF the
avenue-haIted-unbu some har;ss
ness-untangled the reins from q hing
hoof-boosted old bony to his feet ande
set him between his harness-buokledS
him in and tossed the lines to Ear-dapss
who had numbered back to her Seoty
waved q hand in jolly protest 20 war4
on jubilating gratituds-and bolted ouG
Of the incident Z
You couldn't expect N earth eaes
At lunch-and maybe before and afeer7
that prohibition had not yet suoosede4
in apotheosizing out Of his system ta
size up to the outward virtue OF tha4
the deed was equally helpful. ]
Which seems to showroom the v1ewS
point of a horse and two ginGham<
apron women, anyhow-that II you er4
the outward garments of righteousnss&
don't count. praise be.
Something had gone wrong and tho
car was tied up with crowd OF past
sengers that jammed the inside and
overhowed into the motorman's cold
storage-so- I
Aswoman who permits neither ttm4
nor tiled" to interfere with her business
record, got out. An old colored wonaAa
followed suit, and as the two walke&
together to the curbing the old womaz
said to the younger one:
Il tell you, honey, legs Is dc beg
policy, after all"
The proverb man might possibly have
resented this infringement on his ortgf-
nal saw-but he must remember that
he has been dead long time, now and
that the world stands for progress.
And when you come right down to 'hu-
man progress there is nothing that gets
ahead of legs.
II you were Christmas tree that
had come to market, wouldn't you hate
it IL nobody bought you-and you didn't
get all dazzled up with gilt fringe and
popcorn and gay, drppy little candles.
and no children romped and footed
horns around you and swiped your
sugar paums on the sly, and have the
huckster cuss you for a failure?. You
know you would-for one minute, any.
how -.
While you had to wait for a truck to
pass with a couple of forlorn ana un-
sold cedars and a mess Of browny-
green trash that had started out as
garlands and wreaths and had faded
like those Gray's Elegy flowers that
wasted their sweetness on the desert
air. MAMIE LANCASTEfe