Evening star., 1926-06-13

| by Il gold chain and hairpin, paio
| tribute to the interesting heiriooms-to
| be, and then confessed that she had
been baptized in an embroidered sll
that was made for a. baby COUSIN
that she never remembered having 2
doll, never went to a real party and
| of course, no old maid had use Tor
| wedding gown
anything. did you?"
The poor old dear registered opti
| mistic faith.
well, no. But 1 have reasonable
expectations Of a shroud."
Out on the asphalt an ancient
colored man was holding up jam
of automobiles while he picked up six
lemons that had broken through q
bag Age means rtckety points and
that means slow and cumbersome
STOPPING. but no man at any wheel
displayed impatience. They just wait
ed until the crop was gathered. ADD
chauffeurs to the angel class.
AtSeyenth street an oldish man and
woman who had been seated together
had to part. AS the woman got up
| to join the shopping crowd that was
filing out, she leaned over the man
put her hand on his shoulder and
kissed him in the mouth. The old
man responded, and the two beameo
at each other as she waited on the
platform until the car moved on
There were apparently no pessimists
or over-humorous passengers aboard
for the exchange of affection caught
the very real attention and under
standing Of those who looked on
They seemed to accept the incident as
natural manifestation of the love
Of two people who had travelled the
Great Road together for many years
and hoped to keep step until the end
On the green that ripples up to the
white glory Of the District Building
there stood a white memorial cross
with the red of poppies at its base
There were many people passing along
the street or curving around the
asphalt paths that led to the build
ing's entrance, but for one woman
there might have been around her
the tragic silence of somewhere ir
France"-so devoutly did she knee
before the one symbol that is greater
than country or flag. Her brown
face was lowered in humble prayer
and her brown hands were crossed
on her breast. And all who saw her
seemed to understand.
A woman held memorial flowers
a wreath of bronze leaves and f1elc
daisies. The man with her considered
the design inappropriate. And tolo
her so--and everybody else around
who cared to listen:
What does Jim want with weeds
on him? A boy who had graduated
from an agricultural college SO as tc
be a good farmer, il he hadn't beer
called on to be a good soldier. coulc
give you a dozen plans for killing
off daisies-You oughter have got
him a sheaf of wheat-every farmer
loves wheat field"
There seems little kinship between
the waving yellow Of truly a harvest
field and a gilded sheaf mounted or
tinfoil. which is the funeral concep
ton Of the bread of life. but-senti
ment is worth a whole heap.
The woman must have accepted hel
lack Of judgment for she said with
nervous alertness:
II can go right back and change il
If that's the way you feel. The store
| won't mind"
But the man shook his head. ad
ministered a small dab of forgiveness.
on her near arm and-doubtless. Jim
| was entirely satisfied-if he knew
about it.
IEEATURE stories about beggar'
! L who live in gilded apartments
and fake blind men whose chaffeur!
| whizz them home in limousines have
taught us to- disregard. the average