Evening star., 1927-09-18

built built up from rom. the he '%S1WW'ME
girl who was beau
tiful, as all who
are dust are beautiful She was
young with eternal youthfulness.
and in her eyes was a tender
ness for this earth h.descendant who
was cherishing the only link be.
who was cherishing the only link be.
tween her spirit-world and the place
she had held in bygone days when she
had lived and loved and
BY that time the revolving ma
hogany toadstool had turned the
wearer of the pin face forward,
3nd-- The vision of the girl who
once was vanished like mist on the
mountain; like dew on the--and all
that
The earth-descendant was chewing
gum,
ONCE on a time there was a girl
who was treasured like a jewel
In queens crOWn-until along came
lady named Fate. who took TO fling
ing troubles at her-just as boys
stone frogs.
At her first plunge into the deep
waters Of life the thing that most
astonshed the girl was that no one
seemed to realize that submerged
youth needs a helping hand until it
learns to SWin-WhiCh is merely to
explain why it is that after she had
reached the shore the woman, who
had left off being a girl, brought
with her the consciousness that soul
and solitude may prove such good
companions as almost entirely to take
the place of intimates and kin.
And that accounts for her strait
ing off 10 a weedy common near
the suburbs on Labor day. instead
of joining in window welcome of
the firemen's parade-which, incl
dentally. seemed to have gotten along
just as we'll without her.
In the tangled patch of weeds and
gay. tough blossoms showing seed
pods, there were rusty graSshoppers
Chat could make a marathon jump
look foolish. and between the other
tiny. live things that buzzed and
crawled and fluttered around in
breeze that blew straight from pine
woods and the briny old Chesapeake,
the woman was having a lovely time
to herself. when a truck whizzed up
and paused alongside the road.
Perhaps the woman looked odd
standing knee-high in the green tan
gle, with her eyes looking through
glass as big as your fist. Then
again, there are many good people in
the world who always want to help
but, anyhow: The woman in the
truck-filled with children and grown
ups. with big man at the wheel
called out:
Say, lady, if you are going back
to the city we can take YOU in.
The>ss going to be a parade-no
trouble at ALL"
The woman in the weeds felt truly
apprec;ative Of the kindly offer, but
she had seen many and many a
parade. and didn't care to go back
to the one she had run away from.
So she gratefully declined
Better come with us, 1ady"-the
big man showed he had heart to
match-"Everybody is going into
town-mighty lonesome out here in
case a tramp came along
This invitation was showered with
one from the entire truckload, but
the woman thanked them again and
declined. and that was all there was
to it, so she had the weed-patch all
to herself, until. first, a yellow dog
Of complicated lineage added himself
to her afternoon, and after that a
dusty man. oldish, brown and trampi
fed. paused on the way to ask the
road to the nearest street car. The
woman told him: he touched his cap
and went on. Pretty soon came a
youngish woman In pink print
dress, with one hand to her eyes TO
keep the sun off, and a glass pitcher
in the other.
Excuse me. please. but I live
across behind that 'clump of trees,
and as you must be hot in all this
sun, ! brought you a drink Of water
I've been a-wondering and wonder
a fAy- ix, oil
these weeds"
While the weed-woman was drink
ing she made the other look through
the magnifying glass, and as II so
happened that she had never tried
II before, the result was as big in
its way as the radio-say. the first
visit il paid your way. An hours
hobnobbing resulted in a fair ex-
change. since the visitor insisted on
entertaining the weed-woman with
milk and bread and lovely stewed
apples. and was given a magnifying
glass in return.
All of which is nothing to tell
about. except that the weed-woman
was probably the only one in Wash
ington who missed the Labor day
parade.
IF you have ever given serious
l. thought to tea towels, you will
kindly overlook the limitations of one
woman whose only knowledge along
that line is of something soft and
white that you take out of drawer
when dishwa shing time comes along.
With the serenity of ignorance, she
thought that all she had to do was
to buy six and consider the matter
disposed Of but:
After studying the counters and
bargain ia bles of household section
in a big store at prices as her only
clue to what was good and what WASH
her heart went out to ready-made
checks. in both blue and pink, that
would be just the style to go with her
CAV little kitchen-apartmen kitchen,
lust big enough to swing the pro-
verbal cat, except that she has no
cat TO swing-but. anyhow, the clerk
tried to save her:
Don't you want better quality?
Cotton won't absorb water. This Is
much better" unfurling a bit of
creamy fabric from bolt.
But the towel hunter rummaged
around with an ever-increasing re-
fpect for shoppers who understand tea