The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1909-05-23

back to the fields.
''Try the Maids
''But where am I to look firsta''
says he. GLOW am I to begin9''
cit s big town to haul a dragnet
through that s a fact says T. ''Why
don t you cali in Brother law Rodney,
for starter?"
ono. no" says Vincent, glancin'
uneasy at the gym door. 81 don It care
to have him know anything about it. -
Maybe sister might have some in
formation" says 1. s'There IS the
phone. -
FThanks,0 says he eff you don t
mind, [ will call her up at the Kipp
country place
He does! but Nellie ain It heard
word from mother; thought she must
be with Vincent all this time; and has
been too busy givin house parties to
find out.
"Have her cross examine the maids. y
says l. "The old lady may have left
some orders about forwardin' her
mail -
That was the clew. Inside of ten
minutes Nellie phones back and gives
MN HuAlpef Oh w eSC IWeHty SHfSI
street.
"Gee!" says I. GA hamfatters
boardin house, In bet bag of
beans!' Grandmother has sure picked
out lively lodgin' place"
Horrible! says Vincent. 81 must
get her away from there at once. But
I wish there was some one who
Shorty, could I get you to go along
with me and
Rescuin' grandmothers amt my
long suit" says I; "but I'll admit
I m some int rested in this case. Come
on.
By the time our clockwork cab
fetches up in front of the prunery it s
after clock There s no mistakin
the sort of histrionic asylum it was,
either. A hungry lookin' bunch of
actorets was lined up on the front steps,
every one of 'em with an ear stretched
out for the dinner bell. In the win
dow of the first floor front was beau
ty doctor S sign, bull fiddle artist
was sawin out his soul distress in
the hall bedroom above, and up under
the cornice the Chicini sisters was lean
in on the ledge and wishin the folks
back in Saginaw would send on that
grub stake letter before the landlady
got any worse. But maybe you we seen
samples of real dogday tragedy among
the profesh, when the summer snaps
have busted and the fall rehearsals
have just begun. What, Mabel9
cit s sure enough double-in- brass
roost," says I. 'Don It say anything
that sounds like contract, or you IL be
mobbed'
But they sizes Vincent up for
real estate broker, and gives him the
chilly stare, until he mentions the old
| lady S name. Then they thaws out sud
den.
"Oh, the Duchess!' squeals a couple
in chorus ''Why, she always dimes
out, you know. You IL find her around
at Doughretti's, on Twenty-Seventh
street,
"Duchess!" says Vincent, CT
/ m afraid there s some mistake.''
''Not at all,' says one of the crowd.
s'We all call her that. She's got Little
Spring Water with her tonight. Dough
retti S, just in from the avenue, is the
place.
Take Peek at the Party
And Vincent is the worst puzzled
gent you ever saw as he climbs back
into the cab.
| cit can't be mother they mean, :"
says he. emo one would ever think
of calling her Duchess"
"There s no aecountin for what them
aetorines would d." says I. "Any-
way, all you got to do is take peek
at the party, and if it a wrong steer
we can go back and take a fresh
start"
You know Doughretti s. If you
don t, you know a dozen just like it.
1t one of these 60-cent table dotty
joints, with an electric name sign, a
striped stoop awnin' and a seven
course menu manifolded in pale purple
ink. You begin the agony with an
imitation soup that looks like Rock
away beach water when the tides com
in in, and you end with a choice OF
petrifed cheese rinds that might pass
for souvenirs from the Palisades.
If you don t want to taste what you
J eat, you let 'em hand you a free bot
, tie of ''pure California elaret," vat
: ted on East Houston street. It's a
mixture of filtered Croton, extra quality
, aniline dyes, and two kinds of wood
alcohol, and after Won We had pint
of it you don t care whether the milk
: fed Philadelphia chicken was put in
cold storage last winter, or back in the
! year of the big wind.
: Madam Doughretti had just fed the
S Merry Widow waltz into the pia
nola for the fourth time as we pulls
up at the curb.
TITS no use,' says Vincent. "She
e wouldn t be here. l viii wait, though
t while you take look around, if yor
5 will, Shorty
. On the way over he s given me a de
S scription of his missin parent; so
e pixies up the steps, pushes past the gar
/ lie smells, and proceeds to inspect the
e groups around the little tables. What
I'm lookin' for is squatty old party