Evening star., 1921-06-19
AROUND THE CITY

q btdIe.
j ancestors, who were among the
the first settlers Of Maryland.
helped to make the laws OF that
colony and died on land and sea in their
defense. Through whim Of fate.
she was born in Alexandra and
month later moved to this city. where
she has lived ever since. And here's
where her kindship to Hale's outcast
begins-and ends:
considered elubfcaily. I am not a
jeiner, but being In the cave dweller
class naturally wanted to belong
to this new District Society for Ma
tives. but am not eligible for the
reason that though l have lived here all
my life. am q good citizen, pay taxes
wasn't exactly born here.
The Virginia Society would not
consider me entitled to membership
because my stay in the Dominion was
worst Of all. though my forefathers
were Marylanders. from Lord Balti-
more to Pappy, the state society
would justly turn me down. seeing.
have lived in Washington all my life.
And that. you will observe. ostra-
chap. with this difference: The flag
is my mother and ! am her loyal
child. which makes all the difference
seems to suggest the need Of a new
state society. an interstate. with un-
charted boundary lines that would
take in natives Of all states and none.
and which we might call. say. a state
Of mind.
THERE are many ways of raising
roses. Here is one method: "A
Washington woman paid 81 for a
bunch OF long red roses to
take to funeral in Virginia. They
made a comforting glow on the earth
piled mound. but. just to show the
temptations that beset beauty:
When the neighbors who had at
tended the service, loitered around
the church to chat. as country neigh
bors never fail to do. the Washing
ton woman. being a stranger. stroll
ed over t" pay a last pilgrimage to
the lonesome brown heap piled with
flowers. Two other women were there
ahead OF her. each holding half of
the bunch of 81 roses that she had
brought from town. Her shocked
surprise naturally created an embar-
wriggled out of by saying something
foolish about the beauty Of the roses.
which they laid back on the grave.
But the city woman had her convic-
tions. She knew that the minute her
back was turned. those women would
steal those roses-she said 80 20 the
friend who was driving her to the
station.
why, of course! They wanted
clippings for their rival gardens!
They have the lovliest roses in the
country. and they get most of their
come back this time next year you
will find that each has SO many
bushes of your red roses in full
bloom. It's all right. 1t gives them
pleasure and makes no difference to
time took from my work to come
up here to honor a friend? And my
hurt feelings at the desecration
why. my dear. they meant no dis
respect. You talk as if they were
grave robbers"
Sure, they were grave robbers. only
they didn't know 'it--and by the time
the woman had. got back to town, she
was sizing the thing up as joke
at her expense. You know for your
own self. that you can't get proper
satisfaction out Of hating folks who
mean well.' though they provide
most of the worlds troubles. And
also. once more: II it be truly true.
that every atom of incident has been
ordained by some one for some rea-
son. IL may be-just maybe, mind
that the woman had been appointed"
to take those red roses 10 that place
to a couple OF dull lives.
You never can tell. Not in this
world, anyhow!
A Nd when the day is ended. with its
"a work and care and pain.
Memory comes in the twilight and
sings the old songs again.
. My dear Miss Lancaster: I am not
sure / have thought of it for ten or
fifteen years. but when Ellen B.
wants Maggie BY Ny Side sat
down most cheerfulIy and wrote 1t in
long hand. and have brought it to my
ottiee to haxe typewritten and sent to
II never had to learn it. 70. my
father CGod bless his memory sang
that and many other Of the old beau
tiful songs so often in driving about
in Virginia. when accompanied him
without effort. and it was as little
trouble to me to reproduce this beau
tifui sailors song as if had sung or
repeated il yesterday. Yours very
truly. WM. H. SAUNDERS"
MAGGIE BIZ MI SIDE.
The land Of my home Is fitting,
Fitting from my .iew:
The gale in the sails a-sitting
Tolls the merry crew.
Here let my home he.
On the waters wide:
/ roam with proIi heart
While MaEgie's By my side.
CHORUS:
Maggie dear. MY o~n love,
Sitting by my side:
Maggie dear. my own love,
Sitting by my side.
Storms can arpal me never
When her brow Is clear:
Fair weather fingers ever
When hcr emileS a1Ftar;
Roll. roll ye dark ~n-es