The San Francisco call., 1905-01-01

:. :.
bare: whitewashed walls, the noise OF
i. many hoofs on wooden floors. warm
stable SMELLS. every now and again a
:. qiuivering, prancing animal led in and
out: of the riding -school-the setting
was: unusual for an, interview. 1t was
:. Miss Bates choice, not mine At 1:so
Clock she had elected to meet me
=. there the day after her opening night
{: iii. "The Darling of the Gods And
five minutes later. profusely apologetic,
Miss Bates Joined me. / saw her COM
g ing, tall, swinging, buoyant figure
in. q short riding suit; shiny, hard sail
- .or; hat hair; in schoolgirl knot in the
=. meek, but refused surprise to the
picture. Il had seen Miss Bates before.
L had seer her the night before, the
!: :. ftve-feet-six of her somehow melted
::into the. four -foof-ncthing OF Japa-
$. :nesea girl-a fragile winged thing, as
&. wholly uhlike~the sturdy young woman
". afront' Of me as she was unlike the bit
!: $; Of. fire and birthstone of her Cigarette.
=. Therefore held out a stolid hand to
-. the short-skirted Diana and prosaicaliy
Inquired why she had desired to see me
3. there.
!: -. "You are going to 'ride?'' l asked.
:: .>Going!' she echoed scornfully. Why,
It was out at $3.50 o'clock this morning.
: I'm not: bit picturesque, you know
: I'm up. horribly early, get into these
: iduds, rain or shine, and am off and
=: away every morning Come, l want
:. you to see MY horses. told you about
!: them before, you know"
- Iii, -. -l,o iy har ri hi1h-
"bbling contralto her sultry black eyes
.snapping the color coming and going
:fn her clear. tanned cheek, as innocent
. of rouge as a child s. we went into the
!: stables. The Flying Dutchman, white,
=: clear-lined beast with a proud little
=; head. was being rubbed down.
:: (: ..':There!" Miss Bates said, and l felt
-.:anat I stood before at least a Rem
:, = brandt among horses
..%:; ~; i admired with anxious enthusiasm,
-: then Yentured- Isn't he little thin?"
:: ~: :"You cat his mistress laughed,
+. .:@.,=ahats blood
*=.::.'I thought it was :bones,'' 1 meekly
I, ,:apologized.
( :... .::' But even after that 7 was permitted
flo. see Cold Moiasses. bonny Western
49,. .pofiy,. so. named "because if he can do
:. :JlOIHlHS GlSt il6 Cdli III, <Ao NOio nv
:..:Iasses. can't He snuggled up to his
!: :. mistress coat pocket, where there was
=: tho expected sugar, and paid her in ef-
:: :.;:1fiusiye kisses. heartily returned. l
:::quoted; :'.A-Vastin' Christian kisses on
!. "a heathen-"
....You might waste. them worse Di-
i: ana laughed as ave left the stable.
-. ::Where shall We TALK" 1 asked
Ter - Jax i,,Sf
ACROSS the street.
:: let U.S." she said, and with the free
!. accustomed swing of born pedestrian
+. she turned into Golden Gate Park with
ms.
:. Her mood changed then. 1t was with
:'.somathing very like reverence, that she
looked about her. at the far yelled hill
with a nearer ragged ridge of trees
:. thar Hokusai might have painted; at
the barred, round limbs of the eucalyp-
.,tus, guarded by its thousand scimi-
.tars at the close, young greer of the
lawns; at the flowers, rather few now.
;. 1T is wonderful to drop right into siie
spring" she said at last, after being
E. in the very heart of winter. And 1t is
: wonderful that they have made this,
tall this, out of the sand dunes. l am
tpIoQQ .p4 CdbAot Illds hAo" AO" ~
sounds to say that, but / am. What is
that fower?" She asked suddenly. 1
did not know.
."Oh, ysell!. call it acacia" she laugh
: ed. Every good San Franciscan calls
everything, that isn't a palm or par
sley' acacia You. can't catch us!
- we did not begin to talk of THE
Daring of the Gods" or Mr.. Belasco
lo ha
Conservatory Then we took one of the
seats lin front of it and talked little
i .,else. | told Miss Bates that now un-
derstood,' having seen her Yo San, her
Madame Butterfly. Il ventured the con-
.tfession that had been unable to pic
ture her so completely sinking her per-
.5sonality as TO assume successfully that
kind. of part
1T. wasn't easy" she laughed. You
!. ;know-you see--Im this kind of per-
:. son':-:she deepened her voice comically,
squared her shoulders and leaned over
ito me.in melodramatic fashion, saying:
Its FINE morning! You see / don't
say anything simply. feel everything
down to my toes. And look at my face
never STILL
That's what could not picture"
said, your complete wiping out of your
emotional inpulsiveness. But you've
done it: Your Yo San face is as shall
low as that little pool in the conserva-
). tory-and with the same smooth, for
NAL, delicate, artificial prettiness"
Thanks. she nodded over to me,
: that's what I wanted. Oh, but Just
once to cut loosel Say. in that third
act wouldn't 1t just be easy"
.,,5 ,sax,,a ,.Iro5 hafora +otS -.
that 7 thought her Illusion even clev-
erer, as Mr.. Belasco or Mr.. Long had
given Yo San that to do that no Jap
ariese girl of her rank could or would
do