Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-25

made by spilled beads. 1t was a Dag
that neither the owner nor the cr1p
Der could have had use for, SO far as
value was concerned, though It sure
was famboyantly gay.
The policeman held 1t and the cui'
prit, entirely regardless of her STU
alton, fixed her eyes on that bag with
the hopeless admiration with which,
perhaps--just perhaps-you may have
longed for some one of the Impossible
things of life. Most of US are like
that.
This expression registered so ap.
pealingly as to catch the sympathy OF
several of those around-zrincluding
the owner-regulation silk knees and
Pa frock that would have put Joseph's
coat in the shade. Even the officer
was OF an adamant that had its hui
man streak:
what made you take this woman's
property for, huh? Didn't you know
you would be jailed?"
The forlorn one shook her head
without taking her eyes from the
bead bag: mo, sir, I wasn't thtnktn'
about nothln' except what a purity
red rose 1t was with all them gold
beads"
Poor thingw The ejaculation was
voiced by a woman with two chins.
O. noble stomach, with no straight
front foolishness to It, and a still
more noble heart-also, n cord bag
stuffed to the blim with greens and
the hook end of o ham.
Letter go, Mr.. Pleeceman. She
won't ever do 1t again. will you, huh?"
The officer waved a hand In protest
If he meant to order silence, 1t availed
him not, for the owner of the bag
put in a word of her own:
That's what I say-Lor', she can
keep the old thing-that messy old
rose and the way the beads were spill
ing. ] got to have a new one, any
how. Just let me have my compact,
and the quarter and two tokens, and
she's welcome to the rest"
The officer was a kindly man, who
doubtless rode babies on his foot
when home. but the law is Law. and
1t was his job to enforce it--only, be,
fore he could make his Rhadamanth-
ian remark, the patrol was at the
curb.
Nothing new to an incident like
that, OF course, except that, as the
forlorn thing scrambled inside. her
face frightened into a smiie-the sort
of smile you see in the face of a little
child when it gets an unexpected
pleasure.
She was going to have a ride!
To steal bead bags is a most de
grading oecupatian--any Judge will
tell you that-while on earth. When
the time comes for him to join the
great law-givers in that Kingdom we
hear so much about and know SO little
1t will doubtless come to him that a
woman who grabs a bead bag because
of its tinsel and red velvet is not
necessarily in the thief class. Her
reaching out for tawdry beauty may
be protest against the dullness of an
existence that knows only polka dots
and fabhy grays-which ought to
comfort us each and every one, be-
loved folks, seeing that at the last
the very last-the Greatest of all
Lawgivers is to be our own, individual
Judge.
NEITHER Of them believed in war,
and they didn't care If every
passenger in the car heard them say
SO. Which they did. He said that
only mon who melted war should be
made to fight. She said that all men
of blood should be cleaned from the
world to leave 1t pure for the children
of peace. And both said that when
this had come to- pass the milIen.
mum would arrive. At least she said
it, and he agreed.
And plain dub of a woman, whose
husband is wearing khaki, said to an
other plain dub, whose husband would