Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-24

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shoulders, more glanced out ~ - y
through the lace curtains, and YS
then walked to the mirror across 5g4t M
the room For a moment she e
looked steadily into the glass at
the sharply cut features, the faded
cooring, the shadows under the -
eyes and then with the merest Inc omle
suggestion of a smile glanced Maize
down at her well preserved figure.
She opened vanity box that Law on the bureau
and with the dexterity of one accustomed to making
up, lightly touched her lips with rouge and added a
little more powder to the already ample supply on
her and cheeks. Then she patted the curls on
her forehead and gently brushed back the bronze
red pompadour. 1t had been long time since Miss
r'wthorne had anticipated visit from one of
the gilded youth of New York.
1t was hardly the room she would have chosen in
which to receive her guest but we'll enough for
n theatrical boarding house, and much more 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 was certainly very badly frayed; but
there was a table cover of lively hue, and many
signed photographs of many actresses went far
toward covering the faded wall paper. Once more
Miss Cawthorne glanced out at the snow covered
street. and was this time rewarded by the sight of
approaching electric hanson. With an ostenta-
tots changing of the gong the cab drew up front
of the boarding house, and the woman returned to
her seat at the window
The colored servant who went to the door had
received his instructions, and without delay led the
visitor up two flights of stairs to the actresses
The visitor was young man. perhaps twenty-five,
tall and athletic looking, with a clean, fresh skin
and fine clear eyes that spoke of health and total
lack of and worry. Miss Cawthorne unfolded
her hands and from her chair with spright-
illness than she had originally planned 1T was
very good of you to come, Mr.. Brandt" she said
extending her hand. 1 have seen you sitting on
the front at performance so often now that
l 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 arm S length, and under
the hanging gas jet looked steadily into the young
mans clear blue eyes.
You are very like your father she said, in your
looks, and more especially in your manner"
oh, then you knew my father?"
" Yes. long time ago You must accept that as
my apology for asking you here Your father had
that was quite old fashioned but l am sure all
women loved him for it. l think there must be much
of the same charm in the son; that is, if l am to
believe all the things l hear of him. Won't you sit
DOWN.
Miss Cawthorne returned to her arm chair at the
window; but Brandt walked over to the hearth
warming his hands behind his back and stood
smiling at his hostess
q" suppose you refer to my friends in the Mogul
Company" he said Il really hope they do like
You've all given such a lot of fun 1 don't
know what should do if the Mogul left town"
Miss Cawthorne looked up and smiled at him the
meantime, beating tattoo the padded arms of
her chair. oh, they like you very much; they're
forever talking of your parties, and they show
the flowers and things you send them. Especially
little Miss Page; she and | great pals-such
nice grill She told me yesterday all about the