New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1908-09-06

III bet bag of beans! Grandmother has sure
picked out lively lodgin' place
sHorrible!" SAYS Vincent. must get her away
from there at once But wish there some one
who Shorty, could l get you to go along with
me and
saws |; but I'll admit I'm some interested IN this
case Come on
DY the time our clockwork cab fetches up IN
~ front of the prunery it's after six O'Clock.
There's no mistaken the sort of histrionc asylum 1t
was. either hungry lookin' bunch of actorets
was lined up the front steps, everyone OF EN-
with an ear stretched out for the dinner bell In
the window of the first floor front was a beauty
doctors sign bull fiddle artist was sawin out his
soul distress in the hall bed room above, and up
under the cornice the Chicini sisters was leanln
on the ledge and wishin' the folks back in Saginaw
would send that grub stake letter before the
landlady got any But maybe you We seen
samples of real dogday tragedy among the protesh,
when the summer snaps have busted and the 1all
rehearsals have just begun What. Mabel
Its sure enough double-in-brass roost says
1. Don't say anything that sounds like contract
or you'll be mobbed.'
But they sizes Vincent up for a real estate broker,
and gives him the chilly stare, until he men
tons the old 1ady's name. Then they thaws out
sudden.
"Oh, the Duchessl" squeals couple in chorus
why she always dimes out, you know You'll
find her around at Doughrettis, on 27th-st
"Duchess!" says Vincent Tim afraid there's
some mistake. Avn,
her that She's got Little Spring Water with her
tonight Doughrettis, just in from the avenue, is
the place.
And Vincent is the worst puzzled gent you ever
saw as he climbs back into the cab
1T can't be mother they mean, says he. = No
one would think of calling her Duchess
There's no accountin for what them aCtornes
take a peek at the party, and if it's a wrong steer
we can 90 back and take a fresh start.
You know Doughretti's If you don't you know
a dozen Just like it. It's one of these sixty-cent
table dotty joints, with an electric name sign a
striped stoop awnin', and a seven-cOurse menu
manfOlded in pale purple ink, You begin the
agony with an imitation soup that looks like Rock
away beach water when the tides comm IN, and
you end with choice of petried cheese rinds that
might pass for souvenirs from the Palisades
If YOU don't want taste what you eat you let
EN- hand you a free bottle of pure California caret
waited on East HOustOn-st. It's a mixture OF I'll
tered Croton, extra quality anll1ne dyes, and two
kinds of wood alcohol, and after you've had pint
of it you don't whether the milk fed Philadel-
phia chicken put in cold storage last winter,
back in the year of the big wind.
MADAM DOUGHRETTI had just fed the Merry
IVI Widow waltz into the pianoa for the fourth
time pulls up at the curb
It's no use" says Vincent " She wouldn't be
here l will wait, though, while you take look
around; if you will, Shorty.
On the way over he's given me a description OF
his missin parent; SO | pixies up the steps, pushes
past the garlic SMELLS and proceeds to inspect the
groups around the little tables What I'm lookin
for is a squatty old party with gray hair pasted
down over her ears, and a waist like bag OF hay
tied in the middle. She's supposed to be wearln
a string bonnet about the size of a saucer, with
bunch of faded velvet volets top, coral brooch
at her neck and either black alpaca or lavender
sprgged grenadine. Most likely, too, she'll be
dom the shovel act with her knife
Well, there a good many kinds OF females
scattered around the coffee stained tablecloths, but
none that answers to these specifications. |
lust gettin ready to call off the search when gets
nv eve on a couple over in corner The gent
was one of these studio Indians, with his hair