New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1907-02-24

the hour OF three, Miss Cawthorne
uniolded her hands tool, the rose
colored knit shawl from her
shoulders, once more glanced out
through the lace curtains, and
then walked TO the mirror across
the room. For moment she
looked steadily into the glass at
the sharply cut features, the faded
eC..iis IA '.J uli"g[ me The Smiles
succession of a smile Glanced Maize
down al her well preserved figure
She opened a vanity box that lay on the bureau,
and, with the deNteTIty OF one accustomed to making
up. lightly touched her lips with rouge and added
little more powder TO the already ample supply on
her nose and cheeks Then she patted the curls on
her forehead and gently brushed back the bronze
red pompadour- It had been = long time since Miss
yawthOrne had anticipated visit from of
the gilded youth Of New York.
It was hardly the room she would have chosen in
winch TO receive her guest but il well enough for
4 theatrical boarding house, and much private
than the reception room down stairs BY no reaches
Of the imagination could the folding bed be taken
for any other article OF furniture and the green silk
Of the chairs certainly very badly tTaVcd; but
there WIS table cover Of lively hue, and many
signed photographs OF many actresses went lar
toward covering the faded wall paper. Once more
Miss Cawthorne glanced out at the snow covered
street. and tins time rewarded by the sight of
an approaching electric hanson With an ostenta-
tous changing OF the gong the cab drew up IN front
of the boarding house and the woman returned TO
her seat at the window.
The colored servant who went 10 the door had
received his instructions, and without delay led the
visitor Up flights OF stairs 10 the actress
The visitor was young man, perhaps twenty-five,
tall and athletic looking, with clean, fresh skin
and fine clear eyes that spoke Of health and total
lack Of care and worry. Miss Cawthorne unfolded
her hands and rose from her chair with sprlght
illness than she had originally planned. 1t was
very good Of YOU TO come, Mr. Brandt" she said,
extending her hand. ." ! have seen you sitting
the front at our performance 50 often now that
/ really look upon you old friend.
1t very good OF you to ask me said
Young Brandt, bending over until his lips almost
touched the diamonds the powdered hand. She
held him away from her at arms length, and under
the hanging gas Jet looked steadily into the young
man clear blue eyes
90 You are very like your father, she said, in your
looks, and more especially IN your manner.
Oh, then you knew my father,
Yes a long time ago. You must accept that
my apology for asking you here Your father had
a certain courtesy courtlIness, in his manner
women loved him for it. thinl, there must be much
Of the same charm in the son. that IS, if | TO
believe al the things hear Of him. Won't you sit
down.
Miss Cawthorne returned to her arm chair at the
window. but Brandt walked 10 the hearth,
warming his hands behind his back, and stood
smiling al his hostess.
Il suppose you refer 10 my friends in the Mogul
Company" he sad " l really hope they do ike
me You've all given me such lot OF fun. don't
know what / should do if the Mogul left town"
Miss CaWthorne looked up and smiled at HIM the
meantime, beating tattoo on the padded arms OF
her chair. oh, they Ike you very much; they're
forever talking Of your parties, and they show me
little Mss Page; she and | are great pals-such
r,... eyirlf she. told all he