Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-05-13

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the first thing knew we nice little fam 'ly
party, chuckin' repartee across the pink candle
shades, and behavin like star boarders that
had paid in advance.
1t was Sadie though that had the center of
the stage, and I'll be staggered if she didn't
Jump in to make her bluff good. She let out
everything that she shouldn't have told,
from how she used to wait on table at her
mothers clearinghouse, to the way she'd
got the frozen face ever since she came to
town.
But what am expected to dor" says She
I've got Hetty Green grip on my bank
book There's whole binful of the Drowsy
Drop dollars, and I'm willing to throw EN-
on the bonfire Just as liberal as the next one,
only | want place around the ring. There's
no fun in playing lone hand, is there? I've
been trying to find out what's wrong with me,
My dear girl, says Mrs. Twombley-Crane
there's nothing wrong with you at all
You're simply delicious. Isn't she, now,
And Freddie just grinned. Say, some men
is born wise. Professor McCabe and l are
exchanging views the coming lightweight
contest" says he. Don't mind US, my
dear"
Perhaps that's what we were gassin about,
why is a hen. You can search me. | was
that ratified with Sades nerve display that l
didn't follow anything else real close.
But when it was all over, and I'd been
handed me, l couldn't figure out whether
she'd made a bull s-eye rung in false
alarm.
One thing l did notice, as we sails out, and
that was the stout Pettigrew person who d
passed Sadie the picked pigs foot on the
avenue that afternoon. She was sitting OPP
posite a skinpy little runt with bald head
at table up near the door where the walters
jugged soup over her feathers every time they
passed. Her ewes were glued on Sadie as we
and lIyt he Of he f11rrp
around her mouth l see she was tryin' to crack
a smile
Now" thinks I, heres where she collects
chilblains and feels the mercury drop"
But say, would you look for it in a dream
book What does Sadie do but pass her out
the glad hand and coo away, like a pouter
pigeon on a cornice about being tickled to see
her again. Oh they get me dizzy, women
dol
That want a marker though, to the reverse
English carom Sadie takes after we'd got into
a cab and started for her hotel. Was there a
jolly for me, or a Thank you, Shorty, I've
had the time of my life?" Nothin' like it.
She Just slumped into her corner and switched
on the boo-hoos like girl that's been kept
after school
Enjoy yourself, Sadie" says I. "Onlv
remember that this is d hanson, not a street
sprinkler
That didn't fetch her so after awhile l tries
her again what went wrOngi" saws |
WAS she. stringin you, or was it the way
wore my face that queered the show"
Its all right, Shorty" says she between
weeps. And nothing's wrong, nothing at all
Mrs. What 's-Her-Name's asked me to stay q
week with her at their Newport place, and old
Mrs. Pettigrew will turn green before morning
thinking of me, and I've shaken the hoodoo at
last But it all came 50 much in a lump that
l just had to turn on the sprayer You know
how feel, don't you, Shortly"
Sure, says |, d" Just well if you'd sent
me a picture postal of the place YOU boarded
last"
But say, l turned the trick didn't l? /
didn't know what was comm out of the box
of course; and maybe l was some jolted at
THROWN three skies to a pair, but there they
lay.
No, amt goin' into the boostin' line as a
regular thing, but | guess if any amateur in
the business gets rose nailed on him, ought
to be the gent. Not?