The San Francisco call., 1904-07-10
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1vere as red as the woman's next me.
A glacial wind cut through the car,
4 fiugins wicked icy drops into ones
face and the steel skies overhead
seemed 10 promise a deluge Of them.
The woman next me wore the summer
sealslzin that is the jest of ourSEastern
. neichbors and an India-silk gown. the
one next 20 her shivered in lawn and
beaver. every one. in fact, shivered in
what they had in its varying degrees
OF fncon gruity- But IN one respect we
were agreed. Under the roses that
bloomed on most Of the hats bloomed
every tint Of nose. from palest pink TO
richest maroon. with cheeks varying
from cerise 10 purple. The conductors
hands were goosehesh as he took the
''fez" and he fingered inside taking
them as long as the law allows In
short. it was cold. and with the rest
I was plying myself for being away
from my ain freside
But twill be 50 much the nicer 10
get inside" 7 consoled myself, as !
stepped into the full bleakness Of the
street. Miss Rawson was an Vnsophis-
ticsted person from Chicago. who most
likely did not Know that in California
We fire up- by calendar. and one
miEht therefore hope for a fire-a big,
blazing. open. log fire perhaps!
Sunshine I thought there was. as
the door Of Miss RawsCns little room
opened TO admit me. But il was only
- a
as she stood there holding out her
hand Fire. No. hardly. There was
gilded half-dozen or so Of steam
pipes. and as the Alcazsr's new lead
ing lady explained with a shiver. they
were unusually lucky in having them
heated for an hour OF so morning and
evening She leaned over them then in
. forlorn hope. but was unrewarded
by the smallest sizzle.
Won't YOU take of your furs?-
but" she asked me. courtesy and
logil lighting for precedence.
Il think not, thank you" I said, and
in the ensemble shiver and laugh that
followed Miss Rawson and I suddenly
became friends.
Then from an inner room-the
d. RawsOns' is q bijou suite Of three
came a voice and a suggestion: Let
me make you some coffee"
oh. do" Miss Rawson cried. and
as the owner OF the voice came in
she presented me TO mamma"
prettier contrast than the two
would be difficult 70 find. Tall they
both are. graceful and slender, but
there the resemblance ends. Like
some old French miniature is Mrs.
Raxson. with her delicately precise
coiffure. cameO-like skin, charmingly
dimpled about the mouth, with her
brilliant black eyes. Miss Rawson's
eyes are the violet blue" that John
Dunsmure claimed for his last week.
Miss Rawsons hair is strong gold.
blowing where il listeth. and instead
Of the mothers clear white, all the
rose rints linger on the daughters
cheek. Perhaps they both own the
meaningful chin that the younger
lady wears. below little mouth fitted
with teeth even and white as young
corn-I don't remember. But mother
had asked about coffee. and daughter
and I both echoed joyfully "coffee,"
As Mrs. Rawson left US for the tiny
toy kitchen that belongs" 10 the
suite il is 70 be owned that we talked
Of the weather. You couldn't help it
II imposed itself It was the one bit
ter. niDping fact Of the day. Miss
Rawson was so surprised 10 find il
like this" I told her with geld
patriotism that 1T wasn't often like
this. She hoped IL wasn't" She had
come from Illinois and I could 'Imag-
inc the difference" I could, but sug-
gested II might be ''pleasanter TO be
frozen alive than broiled." She did
not know" But they got only five
minutes sunshine a day in their rooms
like truth these are al the bottom Of
a .'welr'-and perhaps that made diff
ference. 1 thought il did, but it was
50 difficult TO get just what one want
ed near town. They had really not ex-
pected 70 be here this summer.
No?" I queried-
No" Miss Rawson said, clasping
her hands over her knees. as I find she
has q way OF doing. I was with
Reeves-Smith in An African Million
aire,' and we thought the play would
run all summer I had planned TO
stay in New York for the season, in
fact Il ran a week."
It's 2 way they have 1 said from
my vast experience.
I thought the play good" the girl
svOwed with a frank laugh. Il give it
Up now ] don't know bad play from
good one-on paper"
Who art thou. 10 be wiser than the
manager" I asked sternly.
All, the coffee
over IT, hot and fragrant, we soon
decided that the day was not so bad
after all, and got to chat Of Miss Raw
sons past"
Did ! not hear something of the
law, or medicine2" I asked her, rather
doubtfully. Those soft blue eyes and
rose-leaf cheeks hardly suggested
either.
7 did study law" she owned, "and
] studied for the stage at the same
time"
Peculiar com mbinatiOn-"
Yes. but ] always wanted TO 90 on
81 Insisted -