Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1925-09-27

~ are worth for the authorities
~ responsible for the amenities
i of the town not TO employ a
p man on the clear understand
ing that every once in a While he
E.4:cto 10 the very top of Lord Mel
sons column i'll Trafalgar Square to
cleanse away such refuse as might
have collected about the immortal
sailors feet. And it is to the good
man who undertakes this perilous task
that we owe a piece of information
which cannot fail to interest gentles
and simples. He tells how he finds
numerous pigeons lying dead about
The feet OF our sailor hero. Some
times there will be not more than a
score or SO, sometimes there may be
close on a hundred, and he relates
an oath how he once removed, in a
bag which he takes up with him for
10 the number of l45: among which.
he tells with awe, there was the corpse
Or q pretty white dove.
That was on the evening of the LIST
of May OF the year of grace 1924, and
the reason why the good man tells
with awe of the dove among the
pigeons is because it was on that very
evening that he was -veXed by "a
!, strange phenomenon. The facts may
interest the curious.
The prodigious number of the dead
pigeons had kept him at his task much
later than usual; and as he picked up
the dove he CHANGED to look up st
Lord Nelson. who stood at that mo-
ment in the light and shadow of the
sun as it set beyond Admiralty Arch,
and the good man fancied that the
stern face of my Lord Nelson frowned.
Unseemly though it is to doubt any
mans word. the skeptical sort may be
permitted to question whether the
fellow was at that moment seeing
straight, and whether IL was not the
fanciful light OF twilight that had set
him thinking that Lord Nelson had
INDUCED In passing frown.
But to more kindly folk the good
mans fancy will not present such
marvellous features when they know
that it was on the evening of that
LIST of May that Miss Pamela Wych
came upon an event beneath Lord
Nelson's eyes that completely changed
the course of her whole life.
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THE clear, cool eyes of Miss Wych
were clouded that Spring evening
Miss Wych was thinking. All about
her the London Of oxford street
marched and screamed and hooted, but
Miss Wych walked unheeding, alone
as tulip in a wild garden. The Lon
don of oxford street was like a soiled
.i.K handkerchief waving frantically
~, the evening sun, but the genius
e. thought draped the young 1.-THE fig
~ with a rare, calm dignity. Now
Miss Wych was nearly always calm,
for such was her nature. But she
was not always dignified, for dignity
comes very rarely to youth, dignity
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the years, and when dignity comes to
youth it comes always unconsciously,
II is tieeting, frail, sad. We are not
speaking of the dignity OF anger. but
of the dignity of sorrow. Miss Wych
was sad that evening.
All that day, while she was at her
allotted tasks in the millinery depart
ment of Messrs. Come & Go, Miss
Wych had been saying TO herself: Il
must think. I will think this evening
One doesn't think nearly enough.
will think a lot this evening. I will
walk home. thinking. l do hope II
keeps fine"
That is what Miss -Wych had
thought, for she was very conscien.
tious in the fulfillment of her duties in
the millinery department, and she al
ways did her best not TO intrude her
private concerns into her service of
Messrs. Come & Go. Not that either
Mr.. Come or Mr. Go could pos
her service was but an atom among
the service Of $500 employees.
Miss Wych had never so much as
set eyes on her employers, but she
would wonder a great deal about
them, and she would wonder particu-
Rrly about the great mems youth.
Now Miss Wych admired success
above all things. Those clear cool
eyes looked at life, this teeming
chaotic life In which she was an atom
of service, and as she looked at life
a prince in shining armor Of gold and
sapphire stepped forth from the boil
ing ranks, brave with triumph, fam.
ing with youth, indeed a very prince
of princes. And the name Of this
prince was Success. That Is how Miss
Wych thoaght of success, like a glori-
GUS loves. She loved success like a
glorious lover. And once upon a time
she had tried TO win him for herself.
Miss Wych had once tried her fortune
on the stage, but unfortunately the
glorious lover had looked very coldly
on her, for. as the producer had said
Miss Wych is nice girl but a bum
actress"
The gentle circumstance of evening
Transmitted the trumpeting and soiled
machines on the road into shining
caravans, but never a glance at these
wonders did Miss Wych give. OF the
passers-by, one and all hurrying TO
the assault of tubes and omnibusses
maybe one here and there forfeited
his place through looking twice at
Miss Wych. Miss Wych was a very
pretty girl. Her eyes were gray.
Her nose would have looked absurd
on any one else's face, because it was
so small. Her face was as white as
the moon.
Since she had made up her mind TO
walk to her boarding house in South