Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-07-09

a simple dear old soul, Just the same
Tom Dorgan. if he had been my father
Ia never be doing stunts with tpsy men $
watches for you; nor ii I'd had any father.
Now don't get mad. Think Of the bishop
with his gentle. thin old arm about my
shoulders, holding me for just a second as
though l was his daughter! My, think Of
it, And me, Nance Oiden. with that fat
mans watch in my waist and some girl :
beautiful long coat and hat on, all covered
with chtnChilia!
There's some mistake. my little girl
he said shaking me gently to wake me up.
for | was going to sleep again he feared.
oh. | knew you were kept a the office.
| interrupted quickly. l preferred to be
farther from the station with that girls
red coat before | got out. We've missed
our train. anyway, haven't We? After this,
Caddy dear, let's not take this route. II
we'd go straight through on the one 70 i'd
We wouldn't have this drive across town
every time. | was wondering. before l iell
asleep. what in the world I'd do in this big
city if you didn't come.
He forgot TO withdraw his arm, so oc-
cupied was he by my predicament.
What would you do my child, If YOU
had-had missed yOur-yOur father
Wasn't it clumsy of him? He wanted 20
break it to me gently, and this was the Dest
he could do.
What would | dor l gasped Indignantly.
Why. daddy, imagine me alone, and ,io7a q
without money, Why-why, how can you
There. there" he said. patting me
scothingIy on the shoulder.
That baby Of a bishop. The very thought
of Nancy Olden out alone III the streets
was too much for him.
lie had pat his free hand into his poc6et
and had Just taken out bill and was try
ing 10 plan way to offer II to me ana re-
veal the fact to poor. modest little Nance
Olden that he not her own DADDY,
when an awful thing happened.
We had go: up street as far as the opera
house when we were caught in the jam Of
carriages in front; the last afternoon oper d
OF the season was just over. | was 50 busy
| thinking what would be my next move
that | didn't notice much oulslde-and l
didn't want to move. Tom. not OF. fidy =
ing the bishops daughter IN training Goa !
( OF red trimmed with c!LnchIlla, Is JUST
! your Nancys graft. But the dear ht&i;
bishop gave jump that almost khoCh"d
the roof off the carriage, pulled ms arm
from behind me and dropped the ten-GoIiar
| bin he held as though it burned him. 1t
fell in my lap. | damned 1t into my coat
| pocket Where is it now? Just you walt
| Ten Dorgan and you'll find out.
| followed the bishops eyes. His lace
| was scarlet now. Right next to our car
! -iage-mine and the bishop's-there was an
| other: rot quite so fat and heavy and Dis.
| but smart, | tell you, with the silver hal :
| ness iangling and the horses archinS their
backs under their blue cloth jackets
! monogramed in leather. All the same,
| I couldn't see anything to cause low
| ing father to let go his onliest daughter
/
| bent forward again and gave US another
| look.
Her face told it then. 1t was big.
| smooth face. with accordion plated chins.
| Her hair was white and her nose was
| curved. and the pearls in her big ears
| brought out every ugly spot on her face.
| Her lips were thin and her neck, hung with
| diamonds looked like bed with holsters
and pillows piled high. and her eyes-oh,
| Tom her eyes, They were little and very
| gray and they bored their way straight
| through the windows-hers and ours-ano
hit the bishop plumb in the face
| NV II | could only have laughed. The
| bishop, the dear, prim little bishop in his
| own carriage. with his arm about young
| woman In red and chinchlla. Offering her
| a bank note and Mrs. Dowager Diamonds,
| her eyes popping out of her head at the
| sight and she one of the lady pillars OF his
| church-oh. Tom. ii took all Of this to make
| that poor innocent next to me realize how
| he looked in her eyes.
| But you see 1t was over in a minute. The
| carriage wheels were unlocked. and the
the plum-cushioned carriage followed
| slowly.
| l decided that I'd had enough. Now and
| here in the middle of all these carriages
| was a bully good time and place for me to
| get away / turned to the bishop. He was
| bushing like boy. l blushed too. Yes
| did Tom Dorgan. but it was because
| was bursting with laughter.
"Oh, dear!' l exclaimed in sudden dis.
may. you're not my father"
Mono. my dear, lin not" he STAN
| mered. his face purple now with embar-
rassment. Il was just trying to tell you