Evening star., 1928-01-15

copperotia hle asset that a Sentteman
calls his honor. His gray hair rapp!eo
spsrsely to his collar and every me
of his slender shabbiness called FOR
doublet and feather.
Only his eyes belonged TO the world
he walked in-just ordinary eyes tnat
accented. with everyday philosophy,
the falling away of friends. as leaves
fail from dying tree. and the wide
omen consciousness that God is in his
heaven and that all is right with the
world-a lesson that good old Brown.
ing sought to teach US all.
You could have seen ii for yourself
if YOU had met him, say. one after'
noon in a quiet park, walking SLOWLY,
with his lips shaping his thoughts, as
10 the way of people who live their
poor lives alone.
A tiny thing on the tagging caught
his interest and he pickeo it up.
The cavalier spirit OF inherited ideal.
ism made him place the thing TO ms
heart before he put it in his pocket.
But as he did it the everyday eyes
smiled whimsically. as if they were
making fun.
For the thing was lipstick.
4 chsap one that must have come
from the five and ten.
And now. his poor earthclogged
eyes are wide open TO the giories OF
world that the mind of man hath not
conceived" and which we know of, in
formally. as the next" But whether
immortal happiness has blotted out
visions OF tears and loneliness and
sometimes friendly comradeship-all
beloved. because they are of the past
is an inscrutable problem that no man
can solve-nor woman. There are so
many things we do not know.
NyHAT will become Of the dear pig
W cons when Center Market goes
hye-bye?
Those pigeons know market days
the same as any huckster squatted
against the back wall or lined the
length of the curb. They gather from
ali parts of the city for the bits of
grain and like stuff that gets spilled
or thrown on the cobbles or dumped
In open garbage cans 10 be carted
Away. II you chance to go along the
street that separates the market house
from the new Museum you will meet
UP with every variety of these feath.
erg scavengers-slate gray. purplish
blue and FURNISHED bronze-aiI of
them strutting expectantly until the
time comes 10 beat each other TO the
hrst withered cabbage leaf or mushF
~.nlato tossed out on the drab sea of
eubhies. And IL you are lucky you
may come to speaking terms with a
little old man who looks like a dried
apple with a soul in 1t. And he will
.ell you something like this-provided
he In stil on duty where the woman
saw him last:
"Yesm. Pigeons are wise to regular
market days. Sea guIls are like that.
too. In my young days / used to work
on a train going West. and when din.
Fer time would come way out on the
Salt Lake Desert. here the gulls would
come f0cking on time. as regular as
q clock. How they got from the sea
shore precisely on time is more than
! can tell you, or anybody else: but
there they were. waiting for the gar
bage 10 be flung out, yes'm. I've
heard folks misdoubt angels wearing
feathers. but the way | look at 1t. the
Power that put all that cleyernesg into
bird creeters can be trusted to dress
angels any way He likes. without any
advice from me, nor yous. nor any.
body. Yeg'm.
You notice that line of horses along
the curb over yonder? You see they
are mostly white. That's because rich
folks won't have a white horse for an,