The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-04-19

But don't you see, Shorty" says
she, that the kind you can buy isn't |
worth having? You don't buy yours, /
do you? And l don't want to buy mine !
L want 10 swap even. I'm not freak, |
nor a foreigner, nor quarantine sus- /
pect Look at all these women going |
past-what's the difference between |
us? But they're not lonesome, I'll bet. |
They have friends and dear enemies by |
the hundreds, while l haven't either. |
There isn't a single home on this whole |
island where I can step up and ring 1
the front door bell. I feel like tramp /
hanging to the back of a parlor car |
What good does my money do me?
Suppose l want to take dinner at a /
swell restaurant wouldn't know the /
things to order, and I'd be afraid of |
the walters. Think of that, Shorty"
| tried to: but it was a strain. If
anyone else had put 1t up to me that
Sadie Sullivan, with a roll of real
money as big as bale of cotton, could
lose her nerve just because she didn't
have a visitin' list, I'd have told 'em
to drop the pipe. She was giving me
straight goods, though. Why. her lip
was tremblin like lost kids
Chuck it,' says /. For girl that
had a whole bunch of Johnnies on the
waitin' list. and her with only one best
dress to her name at the time, you
give me an ache. l don't set up for no
great Judge of form and figure: but
my eyesight's still good. I guess. and if
Vas choosin' a likely locker, I'd back
you against the field"
That makes her grin little. and she
pats my hand kind of sisterly like. 1T
isn't men / want, you goose; it's wo-
men-my own kind" says she. and the
next minute she gives me the nudge
and whispers: Now. watch-the one
in the chiffon Panama
shift which," says l. But sees the
one she means-a heavyweight per-
son, rugged out like a dry goods exhibit
and topped off with millinery from the
spring openin, coming toward us be-
hind a pair of nervous steppers. She
had her lamps turned our way, and l
hears Sadie give her the time of day
as sweet as you please. She wasn't
more'n six feet off, either; but it missed
fire. She stared right through Sadie,
just as if there'd been windows in her
and then turned to cuddle a brindle
pup on the seat beside her.
Acts like she owed you money"
says I.
I've snapped tales of domestic woe
for two weeks at Colorado Springs
| season before last" said Sadie; but il
seems that she's forgotten That's Mrs.
| Morris Pettigrew. whose husband4-"
That one?" says l. Why, she amt
such a much either. / know folks that
thinks she's a joke"
''She feels that she can't afford to
recognize me on Fifth avenue. Just the
same. That's where l stand" says
Sadie
It's a crooked deal, then" says l.
And right there / began to get
glimnler of the kind of game she was
I III q tcF
'T'n show her. though. and the rest
of 'eml" says Sadie, stickin' out her
cute little chin. I'm not going to quit
yet"
Good for your says l. TITS a pas
time / amt up in at all: but if you can
ever find use for me behind the scenes
anywhere, Just call on"
Il will, Shorty" says she. land right
now. Come on down to Sherrys with
me for luncheon"
quit your kiddin'." says l. You
don't want TO queer the whole program
at the start. I'd be lost in a place like
/ that-me in a sack suit and round-top
deer! Why. the head waiter'd say
! 'ScatP and I'd make a dive under the
table"
| She said she didn't care a red apple
for that. She wanted to sail in there
and throw bluff. only she couldn't go
alone. and she guessed I'd do just as L
was.
! Course, I couldn't stand for no fool
play of that kind but seem as she
was so dead set or the place, | said
we'd make it a 'ieven-o'clock supper,
after the theatre; but il must be my
blow.
I've got the clothes that'H MT into
a night racket" says I, land besides,
I've got TO get a few points first"
It's a CO. says she
So we made date, and Sadie drops
me at the studio. / goes right to the
phone and calls up Pinckney at the
club. Didn't fell you about him? Sure,
that's the one. You wouldn't think,
/ though, TO see him and me tappin'
each other with the mitts, that he was
la front ranker in the smart push. But
he's all of that. He's a pace-maker for
| the swiftest bunch i'm the world. Say.
if he should take to walkin' on his
hands, there wouldn't be no mems
shoes sold on Fifth avenue for a year.
! Well, he shows up here about an
hour later, Iookin' as fresh as though
he'd Just come off the farm. Did you
say something about wanting advice,
Shorty?" says he.
4 did" says |.
Religious, or otherwise?" says he.
| But it makes no difference; I'm yours
to command"
II don't ask you TO go beyond your
depth" says I. It's just a case of or
derin' fancy grub. I'm due to blow
lady friend of mine to the SWEETEST kind
of supper that grows In the borough;
no twO-dollar tabble-doty, understand;
but a special, real-lace, eighteen-carat
hfeed, with nothing on the bill of fare
that amt spelled in French"
"Ahr' says he, something like Bar
ouettes Bordellaise, poulet en- casser-
ole. fraises au champagne. and SO on,
/ eh?"
II was just about to mention them
very things" says !. 'But my mem
ory's on the blink. Couldn't you write
'em down. with a diagram of how they
look. and whether you spear 'em with
a fork, or take EN- in through a
straw"
why. TO be sure" says he. So he
did, and il looked something like this:
"Consomme au funnel d'estaragon
Chicken soup-big spoon).
"Barquettes Bordellaise. marrow on
toast, with mushrooms only.
Ponds d'artichauts Monegosque
(hearts of artichokes in cream sauce
fork and breadsticks).
There was lot more to it, and it