Sunday Washington globe., 1902-01-19
SUNDAY MaHr IN the FLATS.
Charley Eliminates on the Possibility
Of Tie Between Miss Leona and
the Department. Chief

Sunday night in the flats is essentially the
home night" The fat habitat NAV be
seated by the side of Miss Elegant any other
night IN the week, but SUNDAY night will
find him az home. The particular habitat
in question / will call Charley. Last Sun
day he purchased the papers of the day.
the GLOBE among them, and deposited them
on the dresser, with the intention Of perus.
ing them at his leisure during the evening.
Who carried off that GLOBE" was his
inquiry Of the landlady on finding his fav.
orite paper missing on his return.
Il didn't I have one of my own. ." was
her reply. "You might ask Miss Leona. -
Miss Leona be il known was a diminu-
tive specimen Of femininity rooming on the
top floor and ployed in one Of Uncle Sans
bureaus SA6 was far from being spring
chicken r. some even applied the term
'spinsterN and when her hair was deftiy
tackled up over the temples Charley was
forced to admit he was to be written down
in the good looking class. Everybody said
Miss Leona. The last name was a funny
ons with Frenchy flavor and few of her
acquaintances even tried to remember il.
Charley dashed up stairs and into her
room. Custom leaves all the doors Of Hat
open on Sunday night.
oh, yes; the GLOBE. borrowed it,"
was her reply. knew you wouldn't
care. cut little piece out Of it,"
What piece was it1'
Something about a division chief"
Of all the articles Of the GLOBE; this was
just the one Charley wanted to see. It was
his chief being prodded, and for the nonce
he lost his accustomed polite bearing in the
presence Of a lady.
What did you do with the clippiug?"
Miss Leona blushed
II wanted to show 1t to a lady"
What lady"
The blush acceutuated
A lady from Lynn, was her reply, the
blush growing deeper each second
Charley took the paper, a goods
Puncture visible on the first page, and re-
paired to the presence of the landlady.
Let me see your GLOBE a minute7"
Charley took the proffered paper, and
standing under the chandelier read a severe
roast" on THE head of the house, as he
calls his chief.
Then Charley went to his room, shut the
door and played thinking part. A nightly
patron Of Americas greatest institution,
vaudeville, little else percolates Charley's
gray matter besides rag.rime refrain, and
if he makes a deduction it is as to which
one Of the ponies" it is best to back at
BeHnings.
A lady from Lynn, " that was none other
than Miss Leona herself, he felt assured
Yet what tie, he asked again and again, could
there be between the little lady overhead
and the naughty division chief-the chum
of the Congressman and the pet of the SEM
ator He comes originally from New Eng
land, If Charley remembers Alright: Miss
Leoua halls from Massachusetts. One
night, and Il wasn't so long ago, either, he re-
calls seeing Miss Leoua about $40 making
her exit from a fashionable G street hair
goods emporium. Her hair was awave lust
as he liked to see it. More TO the point his
division chief was standing at the transfer
station just below evidently waiting for a
car. The participants in the little drama
as Charley passed were not dozen yards
apart Could they be acquainted Was
King Cupid at that moment spreading his
metz
If not, what need she care" what the
GLOBE or any other engine of thought saw
fit to serve its readers1 SHE was far too
good for him. Why, he was burning the
candle at both ends and in the middle Not
that Charley, on any Of the occasions when
he had sidestepped into Bohemia" ever
met the chief; no, no: the head of the
house" was too smooth player for that.
On one occasion he recalled, two high roll
ers, evidently strangers in that neighhor-
hood, come up in the Office at lunch hour.
TIE one in blue kept on down the corridor;
he could see her through the open doors.
The onei in brown entered the suite of rooms,
stopped a moment at the chiefs desk,
passed through the room in which Charley
was seated and the adjoining one and re-
Joined her fair companion at the end Of the
hail.
AS the beauty in brown passed, Charley
said, half aloud: ''She can open my envel-
ope," which remark the lady gave evidence
of overhearing by the toss Of her stately
head. She wasn't looking for entries from
Charley's class. So he paused in his lunch
con long enough to lean back in his chair
and sing little ditty something after this
fashion:
Tue blue goes through aud the brown goes
round,
Wen always remember the girl in brown "
The chief, passing at that moment, said
something about a new typewriter. OF
course, Charley believed Just as much of
the typewriter story as he felt so disposed
But then his trend of thought was straying
from base The problem agitating at the
present moment was whether Miss Leona
and the chief met on the afternoon she was
at the hairdresser's. What he wanted par
ticularly TO know was if lady completes
her toilet with the exception Of dressing
her hair, repairs to the hairdresser's for
that service, which operation being per
formed, forthwith proceeds to keep an en-
gagemen2 Says Charley, 'The next time
1 carry a magazine around to Ella I'll ask
her how about it. She'll know"
H, S. SUTTON
The Electrical Workers in the Trens