New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1894-06-03

lando in the forest scene. She looked as II she
wanted to eat you. Even Mr. McGonge noticed
IT,; and you know he amt Dil spi'eiuI' i'e
spoke TO me about it,
Where is Mrs. Cohn?" Evelyn asked, as she
took seat on the trunk.
"She went out a few minutes ago TO ace MIS-
Webb. That was her in the front seat, wasn't
it?" Madge asked. with fine unconsciodsness.
And did YOU see little Appleby sitting with
the old lady? She looked as II she weighed
ton. He reminds me Of a frightened rabbit
"He is really very nice when YOU KNOW num- ,
HIM very nice; he's nothing but IN anti
mated Johnnie But wasn't it mean that Jimmy
Wise couldn't come up? That horrid old business
of his l despise il. I'll pay him back you'h
see IL don't"
Mrs. Cohn presently entered the tent and ar
nounced that she had had a charming talk with
Mrs. Webb the Invalid had seemed W pe ~ pc,
feet health She wondered If II were true as
some of the COhasset people said, mat her III
ness was all imaginary. Mrs Webb nad Deen 1
delighted with the performance, anu mao ST. ,,
EVELYN congratulations; the girls. too We're I'm,
menselv enthusiastic. When Mrs Conn heard
that the newspaper women were coHllns. anu
that this was why Evelyn and Mage were hoI
removing their costumes, she uttered niue "E
Let me go, let me go; if stay. they'll inter
view me too Then she hurried out of the tent.
leaving Madgc with skepUoai 4'oN VII 49,
face. . J.. =, ho,;o,.o1
when they say they don't Ike 10 nav tle"
names In the paper exclaimed the soupreUe
THE newspaper women presently appeared IN
bodv, headed by Miss Finley. When they en-
tered Evelyn felt as if she were one OF the way
works that she had In the Eden Musec'
Miss Finley first presented tall. stately woman,
with regular, almost handsome. features ana
with black hair tinged with gray ,,
This is my rival, Miss Johnson, shc saiu,
plavfullv; Mrs. Ormsbv Swami. OF me Man.
She's the Social Gusher.' you know. vi course .
you've read her articles They're Jdst ~ prlsn''
Oh we're not a bit Jealous Of each other are We
dear? And this" Miss Finley went on. indlca'-
ing a plump. rosy little woman. us Mrs. Deane,
of The Morning Clean You mus; h& Az H s,,I
her work It's signed 'Dottie Dove You sun
keen that don't you. Clara? No? Sign your
own name. now? Well, in the end, spose
that's better-though it sometimes does get you
into scrapes Oh, got into such a scrapc once
But dear me- Miss Floyd. do come over mere
The person addressed walked away quietly rom
one corner of the tent. whore she had been care
fully examining Rosalinds doublet ana nose
which had been thrown on a chair. She was
tall woman with a fine figure and gracetn car
rage: Ter face was covered with n soft fAI oI
powder her eyes had been skilfully darkehed
and she wore wig OF soft brown hair Ihere
was something about her head that made Eve
lyn think no natural hair grew beneath the WIG
~ ct me present Reginald Ward" said Miss FIN
ley laughing at her own humor. III course
you're surprised TO hear that those splendid ar,
ticles in The Republican signed Reginald "ard
are by lady Well here she is.
The three journalists gathered around Evelyn
and ignored Madge: so that, TO conceal the shup'
Miss Finley felt obliged to engage the souprete
In conversation. ., ,.r, ..,.,
Dottie Dove. looking around.
"It Is sweet" murmured Reginald Ward. VINO
seemed to be so tightly encased In stays tnat she
ton. her body moved in a straight line. she re-
minded Evelyn Of an animated exclamation
point ,,,, I, ,o,,~ mart" ex-
claimed the Social Gusher. 1--WE seen AS You
like II lots of times, but I've never seen n Rosa
lind that could compare with you. Not even
Mrs. west. and she's an intimate friend Of mine
II do wish you'd let me look over your gowns
said Dottie Dove. That yellow brocade IN me
first act was exquisite want TO aes Eyolvn 70
piled. II didn't have time to get one made FOR
me: 80 just hired one. -
ooh but we mustn't tell that, eACaIIleu bo'-
That Would never do" Reginald Ward as
sented "Thc public wouldn't like Il. We are
the slaves Of the publ, MISS Johnson S"'
Dott,e Dove seized upon the brocade gown:
which had been lying on one or the chalrS' ana
held it UP for inspection before her co-w@s,hJtIS
in Journalism. Real lace. pom my worH shc
And very good brocade. too" cried Reginald
Ward who Evelyn afterward learned uid 'he
fashion articles for her paper
And is that hired. too?' asked the Social
Gusher. focusing her lorgnette on the gown tnat
Evelyn was wearing II was or sort PINK Gre
pon half covered with lace ,,.
no" said Evelyn, II made this myself:
"Oh" said the S ocal Gusher. as II TO indicate
that she might have known IL. lheh shc aiN'u
sweetly: VERY pretty. ,. ~. ,,.,,,
"Do actresses make their own dresses? Dotue
Dove asked In surprise. vs..
Some of them do. make most OF HlHe' II
a good deal cheaper"
''What an interesting thing 10 put IN muir
INJURED Reginald Ward. with view 10 copy.
The journalists seemed TO care very much more
for F>yelyn's clothes than about her art, ana
Dotrie Dove proceeded 20 ply her with questions
with regard TO stage-dressng. Evelyn hiirr-
ward discovered that her replies furnished ms
enterprising lady with material for long article
on the subject Presently Reginald Warl ana me
Sao,ai C.usher 10 F,velvn's relief turned theiE
attention TO Madge. and she could hear MAIDS
gushing for their benefit and for h n own When
at last the Journalists took their departure
Nadge was in a state OF high glee.
"Wen, II they publish half what tod tnein
| about rnvself" she cried, "Saunderson VIII double
my salary"