Show II I Stories of the Street StreetA I IA A man and a woman were lunching Ina In Ina ina a cafe cate Both had pa parsed sed tile the biblical ago age limit but time Ume had not chan changed ed nor custom custom cus cus- tom torn staled the Infinity of their love The Theman's Theman's Theman's mans man's thin scholarly face Cace ace was grid Ironed with wrinkles but there was a something something some Homo thing of tender humorousness about him that accounted for the tho little old uld l ladys lady's dys dy's almost girlish vivacity and for fOl the pink in her withered cheeks that t somehow t suggested that last ro rose roso o of ot summer Hummer we sing BO so much about When the old man had hung up her smart gray coat with its creamy cream lace collar and ordered the menu they had selected between thorn he ho looked around at t tho the tables where hero there were many matrons and malda maids all in their autumn autumn au au- finery and he said to the little old lady Indy said It with a a. triumphant assertiveness assertive- assertive ness loud enough for tor or every table around to hea hear he-at You are the prettiest woman in the room room- It wasn't nn an original compliment since Adam doubtless owned the copyright and to whisper confidentially It wasn't trul truly true but but but- The Tho tender sureness in the tue mans man's voice and a belated dimple that dented itself Into the soft ott pink of or one ono of the withered withered withered with with- ered cheeks showed that the old lady Indy took it for tor gospel gospel and and that made tho tim gallant fib a most beautiful thing thins to hear She i Is a hou housewifely woman who ho ho has no interest In politics save to vote as her ber I husband asks her to vote ote He had gone to his home a little earlier than usual I yesterday afternoon in order to tako take his I wife to the polls He Tie had prepared a aJ ai J i S sample ballot and anI had told her how he was as going to voteS vote and had asked her to vote ote as he would do 1 The wife was unusually silent on the I wa Iwa to the polling place and had but butS S little to say but when they reached the home again sho aho unburdened her mindI mind I I dont don't see wh why petticoats should mix with politics she said vehemently If II tho the women working at the polls have as much to do in their own homes as I I. I Id I'd like to know who prepares supper for their husbands It seems to me that the men and not the women omen should run I the politics Lot the women made the bread and keep the house I guess Im I'm not a 0 suffragette and she pronounced It S Who did I vote for tor or said the bald headed man repeating the question of a n friend Who did I Ioto vote voto for or Just look at the domes of the winners and then them at mine an and ask aek me who I voted for for- Dont Don't you think that the unfortunate should stand I I I together and help each other |