Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1906-03-17
MARTYR PIE.

| feed TO their plgeOnS-S0 that he might
initiate and thus win the good will OF
the fock-had become suddenly tan
TALKING mystery to Burrick. He stopped
his sketching, and, meditating, gazed out
of the window. over the four tin roofs,
with their sparse orchard of chimney
pots, to the opposite window, in which
sat the several girls-his ladies of the
pigeons A fortuitous architectural
blessing had provided that the buildings
in which Burrick and the girls had their
separate studios were four stories high,
while the intervening structures had ig
pobly and fortunately but three floors
to their credit.
Mamie UNFINISHED herself from the
models chair when Burrick's crayon
paused. Mamie did not merit a models
| throne--her nose was out of killer her
| hair was stringy, she had small eyes and
large freckles. Burrick's experience with
her had proved that her disposition was
fairly good, however, and he could not
understand how she had ever come to
assault the policeman on her beat with
heavy skillet.
| The assault on the officer had merited
! for Mamie newspaper notoriety. Her
| picture had to be published and Burricll
! was detailed to make the sketch. Nan
ME had found posing for him such
| pleasure during the t1ve minutes of his
stay in the kitchen that she had volnn-
teered to appear at his studio every day.
if he wished. She made a convenient
model, and did not insist on the regular
rates. She would too. wash Burrick's
stems on the morning after his chums
visited him. She has deal of informa
ton, and had always been eager to an
swer questions put by the youth. She
might know the diet of pigeons.
He put the mystery to her.
Mamie, what do YOU think those girls
feed their pigeons" He waved his
crayon toward the open windows.
Cake and stuff" answered the girl,
ia her succinct fashion. Then, with a
raucous note in her voice, she comment
ed on the art girls; They look like dead
ones to me, sure. Do youse know them?"
mo such luck"
"Youse couldn't get acquainted wild
them as easy as wild me, eh, Kid?" the
girl asked quantity.
Every one isn't as sOciable as you,
! Mamie" Burrick put in discreetly. 1t
wouldn't do for her to develop a con-
trary strain which might lead to expen-
! sive mutiny. Lets get back to our pic
ture."
He sketched intently and in silence for
some minutes. White pigeons flirting by
the window aroused him again TO the in
terests over the roofs. Say, Mamie
do you think We could grab one OF those
birdsP'
"Oh, gee. and kill EN-; that would be
great! Wouldn't them girls be fierce,
thought Mamie was enthused with Il
| Joy that was inexplicable to innocent
Burrick.
In an instant she was off the models
chair, had gone to the cupboard ana
gathered a handful of doughnut crumbs.
She scampered ont of the window sud
denly. and when Burrick looked she was
crouching behind brick chimney. y
snare of doughnut remnants was aliur-
/ ing n rash pigeon beneath the girls
! hand There was Il furry of wings, Il
desperate tanning of the air, and Mamie
scrambled into the room again, holding
beautiful pigeon in her hard little
hands. She swung the bird by one leg.
shall / wiring its neck! she asked
calmly.
why not? It belongs to them girls
there" replied Mamie. superiority, max
ing a face across the canyon which in
tervened. She had that infallible logic
which only comes to savage little girls.
~ ct me have it," cried Burrick, max.
ing a sudden grab. lie held the trem-
bling thing so tenderly that its tlutterinc
ceased. He caressed the bird, and then
slipped it into the huge pocket of his
Jacket, while he fumbled among his pa
pers and uncovered a calling card rather
fresh On it he scrawled, How dye
dov'
Give me piece of your hair ribbon
automatically.
Having acquired the ribbon. Burricb
mercilessly slashed off its cleancst edge
and by that thread attached the card Il
the birds pink leg. Mamie. i'll rage
near.y fell out of the window rs sht
made a dash for the escaping homer
She stamped her foot and said naught,
word. very naughty word for Il
, year-old little girl to say in the presence
of n young man. She slammed the iool
tiercely as she went out.
Without thought of the girls irritated
; departure Burrick gave his eyes 10 tn,
, flight of the pigeon. 1t winged a dircc
way 10 the window where the other ar
students were ut their work CoycrfI
pcering across the abyss the young maj
saw the bird received in the arms of it,
I lmtroneSseS. lie knew that the engrnVp,
l name upon his card would he effective.
With great selfrcstraint Mamie ,li,
not refer to the pigeon nor the pigeo,
girls when next she came Burrick wa,
: AFRAID She would not return ut all. bu
= ! she did appear the next morning. an,
after much coaxing and fattery agree,
, TO pose. In a fortnight she was herselt
I again.
Then Fate grew careless One morn
> ing white pigeon flew into the window
From one of its legs fiuttCrcd red rib
bon and Il card. Mamie pounced on tb,
bird, and endeavored to read the mes
sage. \ portion of it was clear enough
Miss Nandane" was engraved decentV
/ on the pasteboard. But in a corner i,
the sprawlinG confusion of the art non.
Teau Of chirogrphy was written, Thurs.
day evening pinOchle"
What does that stuff in the corne,
say" asked the puzzled Mamie.
Thursday evening-pinochle' That