Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-03-11
SUNDAY MAGAZINE for MARCH IL, 1906

one reaches out from the dark and catches me by
the wrist. 1t a cnch for them, me bein' fixed
so l couldn't let go, and l hung there waitin' to
feel myself being punctured. But it didn't come
Instead there let loose Dago remark that
wasn't any use at all to me. 1t sounded mighty
busnesske though for all that the words We're SO
smooth and tinkly that | wasn't scared a little
bit 1t want mans voice, | sure of that
Guess your lady friends here, l sings out to
Roy.
Have you got herr" says he.
No says l; she s got me-"
But no sooner does she hear him than she lets
60 of me, shoves her head out of the window and
calls up to him. Rolly says something back, and
for the next two minutes they swaps Dago talk
to beat the cars; SO I knew we'd found the right
girl.
." How shall pass her up?" says l.
lust then she made spring for that rope ladder
of ours and overhands up like trapeze star. An
me thinkin we'd need derrick or a bo's'ns chair
1t wa mt time for reunions at that stage of the
game nor for hard-luck stories either. None of us
pinin to hold any sociabes with the Malabstos.
We quit the chowder club on the Jump, streaked
up the hill into Mottst, and piled into of those
fuzzy two-horse charots that they keep hooked
up for weddins and funerals.
Where to? says the bone thumper
Head her for Buffalo and let loose to beat the
Lightning Express, says l; but hunt for asphalt.
That fetched us up Second-ave., but there wasn't
any Conversn done until we'd put fifty blocks
friend if she'd missed any meals lately. From the
way he gave orders to steer for food refinery she
must have allowed that she had skipped a few.
Not havin' time to be particular hit goulash
emporium where they spell the meat-card mostly
with CTS. But they gave us private room up
stairs which what wanted.
Shorty, says Rolly to me, its about time you
We're properly introduced. This is Caramel"
"Howdy!" says l.
1t wasn't until then that got a ful-ength view
of her in the light. And say, l glad we'd
landed far east of Broadway Post me for a
wecher if she wasn't rugged out in reg lar Pirates
of Penzance' chorus costume. 1t would have been
all right outside a Dreamland joint, and it would
have let her into the Aron ball without a ticket;
but it wasn't built for crculatin' around New
York in.
Pfle, pifle!" says I to Rolly. Folks Il think
we've pinched her out of a hippodrome ballet
Hadn't better send for your lady friend trunk"
Roly grinned, but he looked her over as satisfied
as if she'd oeen dressed accordn to his own water
color designs. And she was something of a star
yes yesl If you were lookin' for figure and con-
dition she had EN-. And when it came to the
color scheme-well no grease-paint manipulation
ever mixed caffy-o-lay and raspb'ry-pinl the way
it grew on her. For a made-in-Sicly girl she was
the real meringue. But her clothes was the limit.
"Where'd she get en-" says l.
Rol1y, he says as how them was the kind of toys
she wore all the time when she was to home. They
were the kild he first seen her in and he reckoned
that she d left in hurry.
Wen see about gettin' something more suitable
for her later on says he, and orders up seventeen
kinds of s<eezedsky, to be served in relays.
Miss Carrie Meyer, or whatever her name was had
brought her appetite along, if she had mislaid
her suitcase. And while she ptchin' into what
passes for grub on Second-ave. she tells Roly the
story of her lfe-lcastways that's what it sounded
like.