Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-01-31

on AIN UIlIl6FSldn III iIldii. n
aut'mobile is the unnertaker's idol
always flingin' cawpses inter the bust
ness-an funels bring in d monstous
piler money-Yes, suh-JaWnson
got a telefome, too-Yes, suh.-Jawn-
sons got q telefome an his wife sits
up all hours talkin's to it-aN hours,
Yes, sun
And as a listener-in passed out of
the conversation, she wondered how
long II would be before two other such
citizens would come together to talk
over some other Jawnson's airship.
Nothing to the incident, of course.
Nothing at all, except that it stood
for progress. And progress Is the
greatest thing in the world. You know
the official recipe: Little drops Of
water, little grains of sand
HOME from the country by car
choo-choo.
On the front seat a couple Of tobac-
co-Quid farmers debating the corn out
look Behind them a dismal man ex-
posing the shallow trtckeries Of prize
package of figs. Sitting about In
spots, job-lot humanity that included
freckled youngsters and fat-jowled
babies with mothers attached, and-off
to herSelf-a woman in an ancient
mourning shawl and crepe veil. both
rusty, sitting up as il she had Swal-
lowed q ramrod, and slowly shaking
her head, right. left; right, left-just
like that-right, LETT, right
Back of everybody, a plain, deserv-
ing soul, who had skidded off from an
everp piled desk for a week end. at
Weather-beaten farmhouse, with a
patch OF piney woods at the back and
the bay in front-in the hope that
chicken legs. eggpone and clabber
would enable her to illuminate her
peggingS, as sparks fly upward-and
she was on her way back and wishing
II would snow. when-she noticed the
woman with the head.
Each Of us Is called on TO bear af-
Fiction with the same surety that we
must eat our proverbial peck-and, IL
YOU notice, we take what is coming to
Us without fussing. SO the plain, de-
serving soul looked another way. Then
she looked back again.
Then she tried to read her maya
zine. Then she looked out OF the win
dow. Then she Just had to look at the
woman.
Still sitting up ranroddy straight
and shaking her headlight, left;
right, left-on and on and OH
The sight OF it set the plain, deserv-
ing soul to entirely foolish and imperti-
nent wonderings:
Had that head been swaying with
slow "reminiscences all the years that
its hair was changing from the brown
of gfrlhood to the gray wisps Of age?
Did 1t loll reStlessly on her pillow at
night. And would 1t stop when she
was dead?
You can't say one word against that
psychic something that Mesmer gave
his name to. 1t so hypnotized the
plain, deserving soul that when a com
rade welcomed her at Union Station
the first thing he said was:
Hello, Ann. What are you shak-
ing your head fort"
CHE was a nice woman, and she
- lived in q nice little house, and her
observation-disclosures a nice man
until he got tangled up In one Of those
problem things that the drama calls
triangle, and never came back any
more.
The poor soul worked her best for
Few years until a fever came along
that would have put her in heaven
or the poorhouse, except that another
woman who had recently rented a
Furnished room In the house-light
housekeeping allowed-brought her
around as near all right as a broken
heart can ever be in this world.
~.
who was Mag, had been a waiter in q
country hotel until she married into
misery and ran away from it-and it
was her opinion that II the two of
them could get a little place in the
country 1t would be fine for the sick
wornan's lungs. So, she hunted and
hunted until she found a tiny shack
with porch and a big yard with an
oak tree In it, not so far from the Dis
M nd
road that took one a mile to the car
track. And the two lived there and
were happy for years. The sale of the
house helped out a lot and the Mag
woman had her savings. And there
never was such a wonderful friend
and nurse.
In Winters she kept the deserted
wife in comfy chair by an always re-
Liable fire and as soon as the first
peach blossoms showed up she fas-
tened hammock under the oak. And
Winter and Summer she waited on
the other woman, hand and foot, and
they loved each other dearly. The
Mag woman MIXED the COW and raised
poultry and managed truck garden
and kept house and-every blessed
thing-until one day In late Summer
the sick woman had to be taken from
fhe hammock and put under another
tree--and that would be all there was
to 1t. except that the old Doctor came
10 the Mag woman before she moved
back to town and found the poor thing
crying. And because women are in
sorutable beings she broke under the
loving message that the dead woman
bad left for her:
II know she loved me, and that is
friend. Doctor. I was the woman
who stole her husband from her, but
when I got to thinking over It I ran
away from him to her, and tried to
make up for what had done-and I
used to be 30 afraid would blurt out
something that would give me away
and she would hate me-
The Doctor, being a wise man-as
most doctors are-interrupted to finish
The message:
"she knew And she told me to be
sure and tell you that he was un.
worthy the suffering he had caused |
you both"
And yet the adage man has dared |
20 record that no woman can keep a |
secret.
"LoGNE had its starting before
B. c. years gave way to our own
ammo Domini. The city owes its name |
20 the mother Of Nero, who murdered |
Der one ioVeiy highland now, at the |
Sn0 OF many blood-colored centuries, |
her restraining walls have given way
TO verdant suburbs, and she stands. |
commercially, the most important city
OF the Rhine province, and, in point
Of area, the largest in all Germany.
The supreme interest Of the town.
from a sightseeing view. Is the great
cathedral, the foundation of which
was laid in 124S, to be completed in
1880, with ceremonies of great pomp.
The towers of this sublime structure