Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-05-02

what ain't got the tickets" He pushed
back the dollar bill. Better 90 back ana
get .sn. Cant let yon IN; TN No pse ..von lat
that fellow In. you know-
YES" exclaimed Mrs. ). Pendleton. soto
voce, and don't believe they ever had
The negro was adamant. He would not
let them in. The slight controversy at the
door attracted the attention of the couple
who had just passed. They turned and
looked around. The young conductor asked
about it. Mr.. Brown explained Then the
conductors wife spoke up.
That's all right. George" she said,
without looking at Mrs. J: p Brown: these ss
them IN"
''Oh. yes" answered Mrs. Brown. "Of
course you know that we were invited. I
told you about it this afternoon
Il know" returned the young lady. with
smile, because 1 saw your invitation"
The insolence Of these people," ex-
claimed Mrs. J. P. to her husband as they
assembled the stairs.
MY DEAR" exclaimed Mrs. J. Pendleton
Brown later to one of the Bellport people
that she really did know. ut is too ridicu-
lous for anything. At places Of this kind
one never knows what kind Of people one
meets Almost anybody can get in here.
Why. when we came in" and she re-
lated how the conductor and his wife had
forced themselves in, simply because they
knew the negro waiter at the door. Mrs.
]. P. had forgotten her gratitude for the
service they had done her.
At that instant the conductor and his
wife passed her. II the conductors wife
held her head in the air. so did Mrs. J. P.
Brown-she cut them dead.
There they go now" she whispered to
her companion.
at the couple who had just passed.
mo, no." insisted Mrs. Brown! There
they are, right there. Don't you seer and
she came as near pointing with her finger
as she had done at any time since John r.
retired from business.
''Why-why,' stammered her companion.
that's Mr.. and Mrs. D. D. Cradlebaugh-''
''Of course it is" assented Mrs. Brown,
''how did you known And he's nothing but
trolley car conductor. And She"
Mrs ]. P. Brown could conceive Of moth
ing more Objectionable at the moment than
trolley car conductor. or she would have
applied some epithet to the conductor
wife.
'.She,' said her companion, colby, 'fs
the daughter-the only one, of Stephen Van
Rensselaer, of Bellport.''
Mrs. Brown gasped. "Wha-What!" she
exclaimed, land did she marry conduc-
tori"
The other woman laughed. 80 that's 1t.
is it" she demanded with a twinkle in her
eye, of course. she did. I thought you
knew. She married the famous Number
Oughty-two-and it was q famous match
for each. Do you mean to say that you
never heard about him?"
Mrs. Brown was bewildered. TELL me-
she commanded.
why, he was va1edictorian of his class
the Class Of Oughty-two. last years class,
you know. When they gave him a job on
the road, he insisted on having for his num-
Der his class year. So they call him the
Oughty-two conductor. Don't you see?"
Yes. I see," doubtfully replied Mrs j.
P. Brown. "but who is he, anyway don't
quite understand"
Hes learning the trolley business" went
on the other, land he has started in at the
bottom rung of the ladder. So he's a trolley
car conductor. His father Is the owner of
the road, you know. He's the son of Dun
can Cradlebaugh of Bellport"
Mrs. j. Pendeton Brown wilted. She is
still skirting the fringe on the edge of the
crust of society," She is still without the
magic circle. The inner cubes of the magic
boxes still resist her efforts