Evening star., 1922-03-26

two-season coat were still on duty.
and who meant to pop on Il car that
would take her to her Office door
noticed on the outer edge Of i'm
woman whose brand-new gray suit
was topped with silver cloth hat
wreathed with fragile pink HOS
SONS nested in silver lace, and whose
silvery silk legs were dependent on
bronze slippers insteppei with little
doodads OF cut steel
To this human blossom Of the
springtide the woman offered up her
gloria-no, dears, not because she
was one of those sweet creatures
you read about. but for the SIMPLE.
Selfsh reason that you always worry
when you miss chance To do small
felpfulness-when you come to face
yourself at nights.
After due hesitation, a bubble OF
girlish thanks and tue womal's ad-
dress, that was the end Of the Incl
dent. except that The umbrella was
returned next morning with note
tfat fairly gurgled CALCULATIONS. 1t so
chanced that man VINO was standing
by the woman's desk when the gloria
came expressed surprise at its return.
to get it backh'
Cant say ! ever did-but you know
tie old saying
And. as nothing is too remarkable
there is no telling how raany
grouchy adage makers have had 10
taka their medicine for writing SAWS
that hindered instead of helped.
LIE looked like the last button on
Gabe's coat-if you haven't for
gotten Gabe-and he had been caught
at something unlawful-no details in
two policemen. The center Of excite
ment stood by the telephone and
watched one officer calling up the
station house, without apparently
feeling the fact that the other officer
grabbed him by an arm. His own
lips moved with the speaker. and on
his face was an intentness as if he
were having a first impression Of
something that was entirely new.
When the patrol wagon whizzed up
the prisoner, alert for all his years
enough of them to griZZle his hair
and dig bitches over his face-got
aboard without help. And there was a
smile that somehow partook Of aston
Usher interest as if. say. it was his first
ride in a motor car and he WAS going
to enjoy it.
And the only way you could ac-
count for such primitive emotion lay
in the fact that his shoes were caked
with mud. as if he had been trampinS
from some way-off country place he
called home and was getting his first
taste of the city.
And here's another thing-both po-
licemen were kind.
!, X =
sNfONEY talks''-but not in verse.
A A poet, writing to woman
friend, chanced to mention that there
is no rhyme for dollar" except. of
course, collar" which doesn't count
SO far as poetry is copcerned.
The woman. somewhat startled to
learn that SO powerful factor in
life's machinery should have its
rhythmic shortcomings. decided on d
little trip into the field of fancy to see
If she couldn't find at least one word
to match She even offered herself
prize. seeing what triumph 1t must
be to best a poet on his own ground
but
The only figure of speech she came
across was that of a red-skirted lit
tie old dame in a peaked cap who was
counting her royalties on the tril
lianth edition of her
"Diller. dollar.
A ten o'clock scholar"
But she said it wouldn't help. l,,
cause she was barred from the poet
union. And that was all there was /"
It, except that:
1t shows that there Is one thing l.
this world. anyhow. that dollars cam
buy. MAMIE LANCASTER