Evening star., 1922-11-05

Ambassador Harvey in re the ten
commandments. She let 1t be known
to any strangers outside the Nterai
circle of her cafe table-made up Oh
another woman and a big-eared boy.
.When I think of all the good times
I've wasted keepin' them command
ments-
Il wouldn't worry, Liz. II we
haven't souls and can't get to heaven
il let's US out of the other place, any
way"
I'm not worryin'; I'm just mad
though 1 must say it's kinder reiiei
to feel I haven't got to be oouho
down or anything. like when 20
home and can get in loose wrap
per. and yet-sort of queer. Name,
how you get SO used to thing you
can't give 1t up-Td miss them COM
mandments somethin' awful
Sure. I'm that way myself. Ahd'
anyhow, like Jim said after he mad
good laugh on me. that man VINO
stirred up the commandments most
likely didn't know what he was
talkin' about. Jims right smart on
the Bible"
That's what / was goin' to say
And, anyhow, as I told Tom when he
read it out loud-Tom. l said. I'm
soin' to hang on to them command
ments, because I've been used to 'ein
all my life. an I'm too old to change.
In fact, Name, I've took such a fresh
intarest that I'm goin' to look EN-
over to see really what's in EN-
'sfnats a good idea. LIZ. B1ieve l
will. too. Course 1 live up to 'em
right along<but 1 couldn't say on
hand what's in 'em to save me.
And while they considered the
Mosaic discrimination the big-eared
boy was cribbing more than his share
of French fried.
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nut Georgetown way there is
" house with knockcr on the door.
Inside. at proper decorative points
are colonial hand-downs-a spinning
wheel, brass candiesticks with snun-
ers to match, andirons of an age
when supports were needed 1or
forest-chopped logs and portraits OF
ancestors who were cavaliers anu
o>AS
turned to dust. And living IN the
house alone, except for an elderly
colored couple, who care for her as
tenderly as If she were their own
child. is a tiny gentlewofnan who can
count her eight decades, with a few
years over for good measure, ana
whose deep concern in life is the de-
She was lamenting these insurer
ably inferior times, in contrast to the
golden past, to great-niece. VINO.
accompanied by another business
woman, had stepped in the other day
to tell of the escape OF q famiiy
friend from the burning ship Homo
lulu.
you must admit. auntie, that there
was no wireless in your young days.
And auntie proved herself liberal
to a certain point:
Yes, child, mere mechanics may
have progressed, but as to the race
itself-look at that painting OF me as
1 was in my book muslin and flowing
curls-and see me now. And then
try to tell me that times have I'M
proved"
But the great-niece didn't try; 1t
would have been like smacking
baby. She just listened with hu-
morous patience while the survivor
of past glories berated business men
and money-making women, and II
was not until the callers were out
side that the great-niece made known
the pleasant fact that 1t was her own
hard-working father who had bought
back the mansion lost through the
worthlessness of a once chtvalrous
bridegroom of girl in book muslin
and flowing curls and made it possi-
BILE for her, in old age. to live as pro-
tected as gem in a jewel case,
Iuxuriating in comforts her youth had
never dreamed OF.
All of which would be nothing to
write about except that it was a
glimpse of human nature. And 1t Is
human nature that makes the world
go round
TWO mothers young enough to
i own up to birthdays were con-
fabbing in street car. One held an
infant, swaddled in white knitted
wool. with scallops all around. and
tho other placed her heavier baby
two teeth-in the seat next, and, ex-
cent for a chaperonic pinch of coat
hem, left 1t to take care OF itself,
which the baby did. 1t da-daed. and
cooed, and waved its hands and feet.
Then it started a filtration. which
proved, of course, that the baby was
a girl. There was no make-believe
shyness about her admiration. She
went for the man of her choice with
a directness that caught the astonish-
ed delight of every passenger In the
car, except it's mother. who was too
busy talking to note the romance that
was going on behind her back.
The man sat below the baby, with
a vacant seat between. He was
shabby man, with an all-over look of
being out of work, which, you may
have noticed, Is the hardest work in
the world. He accepted the young
lady's advances with a smile that
seemed shy of asserting 4 itself
Shakespeare forgot to mention that
bad luck. as we'll as bad conscience.
makes towards of US all-and when
she had tugged at the coat until she
could sidle across the vacant space
and snuggle up to him, he shrank
away. The baby snuggled closer and