Evening star., 1921-08-28

the new judge of the Municipal Court
omitted the regulation command In
her marriage contract. And why she
returned her fee.
A storm blew down a tree. And the
gap has Teen filled with a sapling that
cranes its green head above a tree
box, very like a child stands on tip
tree like that isn't worth second
glance-unless you had been passing
1t Just when an ancient man was pick
ing a caterpillar from it and unin-
tentionally threw the thing in your
face. which makes a difference, of
course.
He was so deeply mortified, and so
downright chivalrous in his apology.
that tc have flung out a don't men
tion it.. and moved on would have
been the act of a cad, especially, II
magnifying glass has given you the
beauty and grace. So the woman
paused to remark on his helpfulness
to the little tree and to ask the ancient
man II he thought it would ever
amount to anything.
1t is already greater than all these
elms. put together, ma'am, because it
Is sprout shooting up into vigorous
growth while these trees. like myself
ma'am, are dying at the roots. Nature
allows the old to cumber the world fol
awhile. but she has no use for age
though nothing on earth is SO old as
herself 1t is the saplings, and the
seeds in the ground, and the little
children who are the heirs of lii e
ma am crowding us out. to be showed
aside in turn, a little later on.
You have read books and heard lee
lures along this line, but when you
are listening to an ancient man who
had been a slave during his formative
years, and. lacking education, had
figured out these big facts for himself,
you would have realized. as the woman
did, that it isn't only the flowers of
verse that are born to blush unseen; !;
there are minds. How many minds
there must be in this world that have
had to waste their sweetness on the
desert airi
And as the woman went her way in
the dusk there seemed to walk with
her the memory of one she had hotly
envied in her youth, girl who was
born and lived and died in the back
woods. and whose work k-distorted body
wassa temple of song. As she drudged
in field or cabin, singing to herself
for company" her voice had in it the
mellow deepness of an organ, and the
joyous lightness of a bird that carols
!, on a bough. But few ever heard it, for
the reason that they wouldn't let her
l,sing in the choir because it drowned
out all the other voices" and. anyhow.
worse.
| A colored man and a poor white with
God-given talent that never saw the
light. And so many Of US possessing
abilities that are mere knacks manage
| to build up bank accounts. Isn't it
| oud?
Most everybody does some little
i good thing once in while but it
| must be simply great to be able to
hast fnN h Il
scale, and for whole summers
! length of time. This privilege has
! been won by Mr.. Mateer of Rosslyn,
who has donated the use of two beau
tiful green acres for summer camp
for the children of the Washington
! kindly gentlemen, who contributed
! tents. and by Mrs. Bayley. who is al
! lowing the use of ground for base
ball and tennis. Also there is a swim
| ming pool.
| The children are making special
gala nights of week ends and it would
do you good, honestly, to go out some
/ evening and see the grounds lit up
with Japanese lanterns. hear the
| music and look on at the games. A
| glimpse at a just-come letter from The
superintendent will give you an idea
of what is going on over there:
THE great kindness of these gen.
erous-hearted people is indeed appre-
| ciated. The children revel in this
open camp life. The charm of al fresco
meals, and Who wouldn't be excited al
putting milk. etc. into a cool running
stream instead of an ice box? The
/ mystery of night under the stars has
only twice been broken in upon.
| Once when a wee kitten got into a
! tent and was evidently, from the up
roar. looked upon as a fuzzy bear. and
on one other occasion. when big
dog. with eyes like motor lamps,
glared in at a matron at 2 am"
| What would you give? What
wouldn't you give. to have back the
uncharted Imagination of childhood?
But what is whole lot better. what
would you give just to be good enough
1 to make a whole orphanage happy?
Not only because He loved little chill
dren, but because We love them our
| selves.
| AS one good story deserves another
TIL cap F. G. McK's version with one
| know to be true. In the years FOL
| lowing the civil wat, when the young
men Of Washington wanted to make
themselves agreeable to their oui.
hall and jazz band. as In these
days, but an express wagon. On this
wagon they mounted q piano and
themselves and Travelled around the
| city to Serenade their CnarmerS Al
that time there was a famous dancer
Fin Washington, noted equally for her
| sterling womanhood and her grace
and charm as an artistic. Desiring to
pay her tribute four young men,
famed for their fine voices. wended
! their way. one moonlit night Not
being on her visiting list, possibly,
they were not sure of their premises,
but stopped their wagon and. neces-
sarily, theirA piano and themselves,
before a house they supposed to be
hers-a house on 9Th street. in the
vicinity of the far-famed Canterbury
Hall. They began the concert with
Dear Evelina." substituting the
dancers name for that of the heroine
of the popular song. The jongleurs
had got no further than the first
strain when window was thrown
| violently open and harsh voice
(said to be that of Maj. Pepper. well
| known gentleman of the period.
F., whose temper had the reputation OF
being as spicy as his name) chortled:
! sweet Kate Pennoyer lives four
u doors below here.
! Four doors below here, four doors be-
! low here"
Then tie he, quod he, and clapt the
J window to-" like Chaucer's wife Of Bath.
/ Constant Reader.
! MAMIE LANCASTER.