Evening star., 1925-11-22

!: J. ] .'
the M n k coat 0CELR1t1
thrown back and tZYRe H
new-style turban u
70 match, which .Lr
she didn't take off. ~
because you don't ~
have to at con IF
certS," said she
certaiy'y believed
in hH'ping the
worthy poor:
The really deserving ones. YOU
know, who have some sense of graft
tude-' The one in u cloak OF
graceful folds, and a hat in her lap,
clipped in opposingly:
Gratitude is what you will never
find. When I started In life and had
to struggle TO get on, nobody seemed
TO concern themselves over whether
j succeeded or starved. And now
that have climbed my way up, with
no thanks to anybody. others can do
the same" She said It with a tinaltty
that admitted of no argument,
whereupon the third woman. who
must have been prosperous, judging
b, t.e- clothes, but with the person
1iIty of an old shoe, believed In help
fns whether you get thanked or not:
"Sonne lack the gift of expressing
emotion, especially if cowed by hard
luck, and, anyhow, the strong should
would feel dirt cheap If you didn't"
The mink woman accepted the
theory biblically, but
Maybe you would feel as l do if
you had been turned on as l was IN
trying to reconstruct a woman who
had seen better days-practically
on the street, my dear. when I took
her in. Her landlord had sold her
house over her head and d spell of
illness lost her job, and she came to
meat least, we met on the street
near my apartment. and l invited her
into my home, because we had been
really good friends in college. You
would think, after giving her the
maids room-no use to pay eXtor-
tionate wages when there is a friend
to help-and giving her good meals,
for my husband is mighty particular
about what he eats, merely for cook
ing them and drying a few dishes
didn't even have 10 lay hand 10
the washing-the apartment owner
won't let ii be done in the house-you
would think that she would show
some sign of gratitude, anyhow. but.
If you please, Just as ] was beginning
TO feel that my home was being run
properly. she didn't do q thing but
leave because I paid her no wages
lowering herself to the level of
ser-ant, like that-a woman I had
treated almost as an equal
The old shoe displayed a combative
streak.
Well. my goodness, If she did all
that work you ought to have been
GLAD TO pay her what 1t was worth
wh.-ny goodness me-
Then the program started with one
OF those Non ver" things, and the
conference was over-unlesS you will
stand for the unasked opinion Of the
plain soul behind, which is:
Haven't you had your own expert
ence of dear. helpful ladies Of the
mink brand? Women who will have
Same poor relative shaving over stove
or sewing machine and then call 1t
"Laking care of poor aunty''-instead
OF paying out the good wages that
aunty's work deserves? And when
1t comes to feeding some hungry
doWn-a nd -outer-what difference does
it make whether the poor soul be saint
or crook, seeing that, In either case,
the suffering is just the same?
A LONG time ago-counting back
"A TO bustles-there was a Washing
ton milliner who specialized in French
importations. Her trade was fashion
time came when madame was able to
retire with more money than Father
Time gave her Ito spend. And that
was the end Of madame-in this world.
Today there Is another nlilliner who
Is also doing a fine trade. Popular
prices go with every style she turns
out. and In telling why she takes
no stock In foreign models, she ex-
planned TO one cuStomer-something
like this:
81 learned my trade under Madame
Blank. And l made up my mind then
ard there that If ever I had shop of
nv own I was going to be honest.
Well, l married, reared two children
tc matrimony and buried the best hus-
band that ever lived. but all had left
IVES the little home we bought in our
young days and Just enough cash to
start me in this shop. Why, let me
tell you something:
THAT woman would go to rummage
sales of sample yelvets-buy enough
for hat for SO cents, slap a foreign
label on 1t and sell 1t for $35 or $40.
And customers, taking her word for 1t,
let her fool the eyes out Of their heads
and the dollars from their pockets"
Which seems to show that the
grand old saying. Murder will cut
MAJ vary In It's application.
You get to Florence after a long,
hot, bumpy ride-your own re-
served compartment as comfortable
as the Italian weather man allowed,
but outside aisles jammed with
passengers unable to move because
of luggage piled to window lodges,
with the top pieces affording dubious
seats for a lucky few. Occasionally
a porter squtrmed through to accom-
paniments of calculations, mostly
Arnerican-which is how We got
luncheon baskets from the hotel we
had left, there being no diner on
tbs train.
Once in the hotel-through 4
creamy stone lobby green with palms,
up n wide. marble stairway to a. room
big enough for a dancing academy
with reading lamps by each twin
bed, luxurious chairs framed in
F1orepfiDa pil+ mirrors DaintfDpe