Evening star., 1928-11-25

- bunaRolW style,
with a front lawn and flowers on the
side-until nearly a week passed ap1
still no letter had come.
Then he went TO the florist for reason
why-and got 1t:
Yes, sir" stated the clerk in charge,
'the mowers were sent to the hotel but
as no such lady was registered there,
thev had to BE- taken back"
But she Is there" insisted the young
BUSINESS man, she told me so herself.
The florist down there made a mistake
III call up the manager"
Let me DO 1t for you''-and the clerk
brisked over to the phone, got the hotel,
and
Just as I told you, sir. Flowers
came all right. but the lady was not
at the hotel. Never heard OF her"
The young business man shrugged
impatient, unbelieving shoulders and
went out-but he must have been an
honest fellow, for he came back that
afternoon to admit with grim humor:
You had it right. The letter sent
her has come back, marked Not at
hotel Guess she was stringing me
along"
ITS common habit" remarked the
clerk. with a wisdom born Of inside
knowledge. I'VE often have flowers
turned back on our hands, as In your
case. People who can't afford fine
hotels or first-class steamers pretend
to be stopping at such places or sailing
on a Leviathan, and when an admir-
ing acquaintance sends flowers and the
Ike. they naturally have to come back
where they started. Doesn't happen as
regular thing, you know, but-some-
times"
To pretend residence at brag hotel
b merely q lightSome flb to cloak a
cheap vanity that calls itself pride
@mt to appear to be going abroad on an
Imposing ship instead Of the small liner
that knows no second class, suggests
q more dangerous and therefore more
thrilling deceit, in case anything hap
pens to put a passenger list in public
print-and which all of us honest ladies
and gentlemen should severely condemn
II none of our affair.
COMMERCE has mothered race Of
- giant problems, but there are al
ways atoms:
She was a little old lady who sug-
gested o dandelion bloSSon1-after 1t
has turned silver and is about to blow
away. She was all black as to dress,
and her collar was pinned with an
ancient cameo set in twisted gold; thin
and battered as If Father Time had
used it to cut his teeth on-the sort OF
cameo that you either consider price
less or Junk, according to the way you
look at tlingS-and pair of specs
that must have given her such keen
sight as to read the headlines OF
paper q man in the front seat was
reading. with the man next looking on.
Another Shortage In Tin Plate---~
The man who was reading turned to
The man who was looking to ask
question about the headline, and the
two were getting quite bit concerned
over some phase Of the matter-you
know what a big interest we can take
In matters with which we have MOTH
ing whatever to do--when the little OLD
lady. moved with compassion, leaned
forward and touched the reading man
with q tiny black silk finger:
Pardon me, gentlemen, but as a
lcusekeeper for many years, / think
/ can relieve your anxiety. There Is
really no need to be alarmed over
the shortage of tin plates, because they
haven't been used for years. Pie plates
are made of granite ware now. When
I was bride I took great pride
in my row of shining tins, and my cook
changed may say that there is no
demand whatever for tin plates"
Those two men-God love them
turned puzzled eyes on the little old
soul until sudden understanding made
them humorouSly kind. They thanked
her most appreciatively, and when the
small incident was over the one with
the paper hunted up joke to lay their
chuckles on.
Which is one reason why a kindly
man is about the best living thing in
the world. except, of course, women
and girls and boys.
A NYBODY might know that fate is a
"A woman, she is so unfair In her
dealings with other wonen-the old
ones. anyhow AS this small something
will show.
A good woman who is going to heaven
when she dies has a small office OF
her own in business corporation that
buys tracts and sells them into lots,
which means, of course, lot Of tipping.
and the woman types. Been doing 1t
for over 20 years. The reason you
know she is going to heaven when she
dies is because she has been so philo-
Sophical in this world over her plain
looks as not to show any vestige OF
that passed by" oppression common to
most lone, lorn ladies-but, anyhow.
She has on the wall by her desk a
frame decorated with many snapshots
Of a beloved young niece, and as MANY
men call in regularly to have letters
typed, they naturally notice the pic
lures.
One client who had come in for the
first time studied the photographs, each
more piquant than the other and then
asked the woman If the pretty girl were
married? She was.
The man, with jaunty assurance. took
business card from his coat and laid
it. on the desk-you know how men
are
"Give her this. will you? And tell her
II ever she's widow to get me on the
phone"
That was one man. But others came
right straight along and looked the
snapshots over.
That's a mighty sweet little girl.
Regular chicken. Married."
The marriage was reatfrmed.
my misfortune. but tell her to con-
sider me an applicant for No. q
and ask her to put me near to the top
of the list. will you? Thanks"
1t was all nonsense. of course, but 1t
meant admiration. a la cave man. And
there sat that dear woman, q crackerjack
for work, and successful. as far as busi-
ness was concerned. but entirely ignored
by f1apper-hunting man, just because
Father Time had frost bitten her hair
and given tWeak to her nose. A fine
outstanding woman, who couldn't get q
husband for love or money-she said Sc
herself, with a chuckle.
Which proves without room for con-
tradicition that Fate is woman-she is
so unfair in her dealings with other
women. in the matter Of men.
Trying to Beat the Game.
From the Vancouver Province