Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-08-06

run, now. you bow-legged rascal! Hus-
tie right back, Leave the note with any
one No answer. Hold on a second! What
is she saying? All, tainted poor thing!
Did you catch her Whisper
'Yassah. l knows. | knows. Mind de
baby she was a-tryin' ter tell us. l lives
mex floor"
Where? I'll attend to it,
"'Hunnerd an sixty-nine Caville street.
one flight up FRS door right Dere's de
baby"
Come back here. then. Skip
The barefooted Colored lad tucked the en-
velope in his dirty blouse and disappeared
through the gathering curious crowd.
Lend a hand, couple of you men.
That's right! Easy with her. Right to the
drug store yonder. III have an ambulance
in jin"
The big. athletic fellow bloody, soiled
and bruised, made a cradle of his strong
arms for the dropping head and shoulders.
Others took her feet. So they crossed the
noisy thoroughfare. The onlookers gaped
and passed by. Only a poorly dressed wo-
man Knocked down by truck, She would
be taken care of. A stir in front of the
druggists, hurrying bluecoat, sharp
command and presently the ambulance!
The new novel that Rosalie Armitage was
reading might as well have been held up
side down for all its printed characters
conveyed to the brain beneath her crown
of golden hair AT last she closed it with
disguised snap.
Absolute trash!' was her scornful COM
ment. Yet it was good book and clever.
She glanced unhappily about the richly
furnished room, her eyes resting upon a
bowl of white roses. and her lip curled.
Il told him TO stop sending me flowers"
. he Gn1h oil II,
L never saw such man. He just takes
everything for granted I'll never marry
SO erratic creature. I can't! l won'tr'
The even brows scOwled at the roses.
Its too bad she pouted. Il cannot
comprehend it. OF all men Torrey Whee-
lock is the last to suspect of taking up
such foolishneSs."
Rosalie laughed disdainfuly.
Three years ago when | saw him carry
that ball through the Columbia line l
thought Id found man-not an old gran
ny l worked to meet him. l labored to
reach him. l dreamed of him. l was a
fool Look at it, Money, position. friends,
ablhtles-that great, splendid thing-now a
crank, nthropic-missions, doing good.
Bah"
Her foot was too aristocratic for so pro-
found a stamp.
And in he comes all excitement over his
beggars, deeming me idiot enough to cham
pion his nonsense. l will not be tied to his
whims. I'm not engaged to him, thank
goodness! And it goes no farther. Rosa
lie. he will never do for you. Be sensible
and firm. Better to suffer q little now than
to endure lifetime of disappointment OH
l pictured him settling down into such a
home man, a successful business man, all
devotion to me. and. by and by" The girl
sighed drearily. He'll never be that" she
whispered. choking back a sob This ma
MIA grows on people. No one can foresee
the end"
a clock struck 3.
Heavens, He will be here In minute
| must bring matters to climax this very
day. I'll make him say something-then
Dear. dear me. | wish ii were over. There's
the bell now"
The butler strobe in glaring
only note?" asked the girl languidy.
''Why what is It, Bryan?"
"A small colored lad" returned the man,
his nose in the air. He ran away di-
rectly."
Give it to me and gor' sharply, and pal
ing at the red blot with quick pang of
apprehension.
The scrawl read
See you at prompt Walt! Very inter-
estlng. T. W."
Rosalie's breath went out In a gasp of
mingled relief and wrath
Another case" she groaned. "Oh! such
assurance. III not wait III go to Marie
Starks o'clock"
Yet, after this unpleasant billet deux had
been consigned to the fireplace with
angry toss, Miss Armitage sank into a
great easy chair and waited.
-Four o'clock. Another shrill peal and