Evening star., 1922-05-14

when the horse is running away.
He was tearing up 9th street to-
ward Brightwood. the buggy swayine
like a sail in a choppy sea and the
wheels q flash OF red spokes as they
,whirligigged by a street car.
every one who could crane neck
through an open window. the run.
away had all the thrills of chariot
race. Ben -Hur's preferred.
One man with a grandstand seat
stood up and called off the event with
the gaspy excitement OF one who hat
big money at stake:
There goes a policeman to stor
him: couldn't do 1t. There he goes
smashing into the curb. No. he didn't
Now he's going to plunge into tina,
wagon; Just missed 1t. There he goes
on the pavement-no he- Then
the herald had to quit his job because
the team was out Of sight.
Every passenger looked as IL some.
thing really exhilarating had occur.
red. 1t was something for nothing.
THIS good little story 10 the gift
L 'of a writer from out Of the
friendly unknown. 1t happened at q
soda fountain. after Sunday church
1.-TWO handsome. blue-eyed. blond
gentlemen hurried in. 1t was evil
dent that they were partners in some
scheme which was about to enmesh
the soda clerk. The older of the two
who was fully eight years OF age
climbed with considerable dihiculty to
the top Of the stool and called across
to the very genial soda clerk:
Say, mister. how much 10 one
chocolate soda?"
"Ten cents"
"How much IL one plain sodar'
The young gentleman looked down
at his little brother and very
promptly slid OF the stool. Both
locked arms and walked out Of the
store. thought that they were go
ing for the dime, but on looking after
parked out near the curb, discussing
the momentous question Of a new
method of attack ON the genial soda
clerk.
Ten moro seconds and back to the
fountain they both strobe. 1t wa.
to me (not irreligiously, either)-"a
little while and you shall not see Me
and again little while and you shall
The young spokesman again called
across the counter:
Of water for nothing"
Sure will, little buddie," said the
freckled-faced clerk. and he came
across. with ice included.
, But can I take the glass out?'
wheneupon the clerk reached over
counter. drew out . paper cup, hllet
1t again, including Ice, and shovel
1t. toward the younEster.
Baby brother. not q minute owe,
five years old, and. all the while al
serious as = Judge. stood on his littls
tiptoes ana piped forth in a shrill
"Tan I have q tanitary tup full
too? Tith 10 thoo little" Again tn.
young clerk repeated the process, ant
both youngsters shuffled out. Nei.
ther the clerk nor myself could sup.
press q hearty laugh. thought how
resourceful they were. and I won.
alert minds Of these youngsters woult
turn to science, finance or new in.
ventiona. ss
THE writer met q friend and thu
two sauntered out to the curb
For 3 minute It was impossible u
cRoke back the teara There on thu
hank step4 selling Sunday papers
sat an old colored man. both legs Of
well above the knees. The man wa.
drinking water in gulps. while thu
elder Of two boys stood aiongsidt
at strict attention ana the little fel.
low on the b6ttom step clutched ths
second cup tightly. looking up and
waiting to hand over tho second
drink. Truly, neither the Louvre mol
the Vatican ever held q sweeter pic.
ture. And all the way home
thought, and In q little while you
shall zee Me- and how many timel
we could see Him through the un.
seifishness, the tftoug ghtfu1nesS OF the
little ones. and how many lessons VIZ
could learn from their simplicity and
naturalness. but always we blindly
shut out the beautiful pictures. from
our shriyeled 0rzina. simply berAuss
we are grown up and getting cider
and must preach instead Of practice
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