Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-05-17
Sadie Plays a Four-Flush
Continued rom page 9


Princess from India new sensation.
Il do hope she'll tell something about
those delightful native courts. SAYS one.
why. she doesn't speak Il work Of English,
saws another. = heard Mrs. Pcll say So
They had plenty OF time to talk it over. for
thcv'd been waitin nearly an hour. when
there's a stir at the door. and the stuffed Eng
lishman the PcllS has for butler shouts out
" Er Ighncss, the Maharenee Juinna lhin
ii khelat,"
"Will they stand for it: thinks |.
But say. tins is the spot on the map
where they do You flash the real thing on
this town. and You We got To back 1t up with
seven kinds of proof and bunch of attldavits
but YOU spring a good fake. and they don
even stop to read the label. And for Il lust
as good. Laurinc was the best that ever hap
pened Why. finds myself climhin' on
chair to get another glimpse
Does she look the part. say, in that fancy
dress of Sa.lie's. and with all that phonv deco
ration on. this Laurine girl has the Queen II
Sheba lookin like suiiragette on a RAINY day
And talk about Your walkln lighthouses. She
was as brilliant as set piece at fireworks
exhibit Its nothin but cut glass backed with
silver foil of course: but under the electric
lights who can tell the difference
And it all matches up well. too. Them
blue and green and yellow stones against that
tinted skin If hers lust seem to belong there
and the big pearls around her neck anil the
tiara top Of all that black halr-well. the
whole combination all to the Cleopatra.
Maybe Sadie. all pink and white and red. and
not sign of iewelrv on her. don't show up
Some graceful in cont .lSt. Sadie town her
in. and THROWN tie happy smiles right and
left Ant say. when YOU re chuekin blum
there's nothin like dom 1t well.
never knew whether they put up the whole
game if it Just happened that way; but
right under the big chandelier they meets Mrs
Boomer Day. with all her paint and furni
ture on. She's wearin her pearl rope; but 1t
amt more n half the size OF the one the take
Maharence : Spurtin. It's the same with her
sparks and other gems She's hung on the
whole collection and lookin as decorated up
as Il Christmas tree: but when she stacks up
against the other one her color scheme goes
all TO the bad. And there wa n anyone IN
the crowd knew II quicker than Mrs. Boomer
Dav. She turns turkey red from her shoulders
up makes big bluff ut shakln' hands. and
then edges off int" a corner. pretendln not
t. see the smiles that goes around.
vt dinner they plants the dummy Princess
between Mrs Pcll AMI Pncknev, maxim a
sort of chocolate LAYER. 50 no one can surprise
her into givin' away the part, and the folks
has lovely time tclln' each other what a
real rnval ln"kin lady she was and maxim
guesses as t. how many hundred thousand
dollars worth of fancy harness shes wearin |
Perhaps YOU think I.aurine is stunne, by all
this Never a stun, She holds her chm up |
like the real article gets away with her share
of fancy food, takes Il sip "t every kind of
WINE that : circulated, and acts generally like
a.
civilized freaks. For amateur performance |
it was equal to anything an English lady
novelist could put up.
HER getaway the sllckcst, though. |
- lust when they'd got to coffee Mrs. Pell
announces that her Highncss presents her best |
com pments and begs to bc excused. That S
the signal for me IT, send for the carriage.
I've lust passed the word to an outside
ilunkv and am coming back through the front
hall when meets the procession escortn her
out. As Laurinc steps through the drapcries, |
one of the extra WATERS comes IN with the
cordial trav He's a big, fine lnokin mahogany
colorcd gent, with a curly mustachc and a
front like Lew Dockstader. He arrives lust |
in season to almost collide with the imitation |
Princess and for Il second they stand there
todpin' each other. Then he breaks out. and
we sees what d narrow squeeze we We had.
Fob de lands salles' Miss Laurinc'" saws
he With that he throws up both hands, and
about two dozen glasses of kunnel 60 to
smash on the hardwood floor But You should
have seen Laurne She draws herself up until
She about a foot taller pokes her into
the air and gives him one OF them droop eyed.
below zero chances that ought to have been
chilly enough to hang lclces on his soul. Then
she grabs up her long skirts, swings bare
shoulder under his chin. steps around the mess
on the floor, and sweeps out where the maid
is wlitin' with her wraps.
"Pnckney," says l, that must have been