Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-11-30
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

which God Himself destined US all to
be, ultimately, the perfect human being,
even as He is perfect?"
X X y
We have dealt first with Mrs. Neu-
fashionn, because, like all such phe-
nomena, she attracted the most at
tention Like certain birds, her colora-
ton stunned.
She rather monopolized the CONVEX
sation wherever she was. Enemies said
she was noisy. Her habits, based on the
prevailing fashion for sophistication,
were interesting as those things are
which border on the vices.
Mrs. Oldfashion, however, was the
standard of comparison. A sweet, old
fashioned girl, whose virtues were those
of Womanhood, rather than the queer
cross of masculine and feminine habits
which curiously Splotched some women,
she had so many good points that Mrs.
NeufaShionn might have spent hours
studying her with profit.
Her gentle habit of being loyal to
her husband rolled off the back of Mrs.
NeufaShionn completely. Pshaw! A
married woman VINO wouldn't f1irt was
completely out of it. What if it did
make ones husband uncomfortable?
Those inefficient babies deserved to be
made uncomfortable. 1t was good for
| them! Did any one think Aor Sec
ond that Mrs, Neufashionn saw thing
to be initiated in the attitude of Mrs.
Oldtashion? Would even our observer
from another sphere have deducted that
the snappy Mrs. Neufashionn (too
snappy Tor her own physical, mental
and spiritual good drew even bit
of a lesson from the plain, honest,
century-teSted attitude of Mrs, Old
fashion? He wouldn't have known
Mrs. Neufashionn if he had She
drew lessons from nobody. Others
might draw lessons from her, if they
wanted to. She was we'll worth imitat-
ing, she told the wide, wide world
The sweet Mrs. Oldfashion never
said a word ill of other women. In
other words, she was as little "catty"
as any woman could be. She never said
things to hurt other peoples feelings
She never went out of her way to say
the clever thing that hurt, no matter
corded history goes, Mrs. Neufashionn
never took to herself single hint as
to her own speech from the decent at
titude of Mrs. Oldfashion. She went
right ahead being candid" as she
called it; mean, as others branded it..
Gratitude was thing she had never
heard about; others might be grateful
to her, of course, but she was under no
compulsion to be grateful to them. She
was much too busy thinking about Mrs.
Neufashionn to think about anybody
else, except to get something out of them
If they served a purpose of the mo-
ment, she tolerated them for the time
being, but not a minute thereafter.
What was gratitude to her? Gratitude
for what? 1t is the easiest thing in
the world for an migrate to minimize
the kindness of others.
The ruthless hand of Time, however,
took a toll of the peerless Mrs. Neu-
fashionn. Time is an old gentleman no
body can fool. The longer and more
vigorously Mrs. Neufashionn danced in
front of him, trying to throw up dust
cloud in his eyes, the more firmly he
laid his hand upon her. He smote her
features with an acid touch, he put
certain SournesS in her words. Old
Father Time had seen too many like
her in his long lifetime to be fooled
for a second. He knew that they never
learned anything, even when Sweetness
and Light walked right up to them
and said Here we are!"
Perhaps angels are so proffering souls
to mankind, holding them out beSeech-
ingly, when all the time men and wom-
en- are so intent on their own little
projections that they fondly think no
one, not even an angel, can give them
anything more.