Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-06-12

Napoleon on the throne.
She was too remotely lonesome look
ing to suggest home folks, but she
was undoubtedly expecting somebody
by the way she waited and waited
and waited.
! AS each train choo-chooed under the
umbrella shed she quickened into
vital hopefulness, and at each dfsap
pointment she wilted back into the
Corday pose to which she added an
expression that was entirely her own.
! A At last-there is always an at last
of some sort. you notice, no matter
how long it takes in coming-at last
q passenger at the end of a string
! Of homing travellers limped into the
! incident-such an old. old passenger
that a red cap not only carried her
baggage big market basket, COW
cred with a towel-but helped her by
: the arm that was not helped out
by a cane.
why, look at Miss Lizy-I knew
you'd be waitin' for me, Miss Lily
You don't look as peart as you did
when 1 went down yander. honey
and I'm a nawful happy old soul to
be gettin' home to nuss you back to
helf again. Deed l am, my poor little
lam"
And the turnless worm was imme.
Giately apotheosized into a live, social
member of a family household, as she
responded. with a gayety that carried
o quaver in its words:
Not as glad as l am. Mammy-I
certainly have missed you. It's been
awful lonesome in the house by my
self. Let me carry that basket"
. No. Nanny would carry il her
{ Asx-y sale ~IaA Lot
tote a heavy thing like that? No,
indeedy."
/ Il The worm exchanged an under
standing look with the red cap, who
picked up the basket. to which he
added a brown bag. from which
sprouted the yellow legs of hen.
The three crossed into the waiting
room and out TO a falkland that
would have been all there was to it,
sexcept-that-
To see those two old. old women;
sleftovers of long-gone relationship
of child and nurse-each depending on
the other for sole companionship, as
they Travelled the great road that
would soon mean journeys ending
tf0r both Of them-was somehow to re-
.vive confidence in that cry of faith:
E" He who doeth all things. doeth all
things Well"
7 ~ **
THERE are always eXtremes-which
makes this world such a nice, ex-
citing place to live in. Take, say, that
somewhat multitudinous reformer who
assumes personal responsibility or
scondemning to eternal perdition all
who handle tobacco in any shape or
form. To this soul expert tobacco is
N vice. Vice is sin. Sin is-ask Billy
Sunday.
1 One of these crusaders-a good
woman, who would no more take a
joke than a pocketbook-called on a
woman to ask her influence in getting
up signatures for something-Con-
gress, she said-to put another
amendment in the Constitution that
would outlaw the growth, or importa-
tion to this country of tobacco in any
shape or form. She was terribly set"
on the subject, and shockingly sur.
prised because the other woman re.
fused.
why shouldn't you aid the cause?
You don't smoke, do you?"
The other woman allowed she didn't
smoke herself, but she failed to see
what right she had to interfere with
the rights of other people. Further
more, she considered that people who
grow or who smoke tobacco will have
a fair chance of Heaven, along with
those who don't.
And as there seemed nothing more to
say in the matter, the visit ended
right there.
She knew nothing about tobacco, out.
side of the good-intentioned prejudice
that made its use a crime.
She had never seen the green splen-
dor of up-shooting stalks topped with
pink blooms that the farmer calls
darn suckers in the same abandon Of
spirit that he cusses a field daisy as
q weed; nor the fat, sluggish worms
that look like live jade until a flock
of turkeys gets at them-nor of the
under.jungle of ground-leaves that