The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-05-09

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most worried about the chances OF the
old lady's doin' something that would
get her name into the papers, and he
says right off that he won't rest easy
uhtu he's found her and shooed her
back TO the fields.
But where am I to look first?" saws
ne How am I to begin?''
Its a big town to haul a dragnet
through. that's a fact" SAYS I. why
don't you call in Brother-in-Law Rod
ney, for a starter"
No, no. says Vincent, glancin' IN
| easy at the gym. door Il don't care
to have him know anything about it."
Maybe sister might have some in
phone"
Thanks" says he. IF you don't
mind. I will call her up at the Kipp
country place
He does; but Nellie amt heard d
word from mother; thought she must
be with Vincent all this time; and has
been too busy 8.vin' house parties to
find out.
Have her cross-examine~ the maids"
says 1. The old lady may have left
some orders about forwardin' her
mail.
That was the clue. Inside of ten
minutes Nellie phones back and gives
him number on West 21st-st.
Gee" says I. "A hamfatters'
boardin house. III bet q bag of beans.
Grandmother has sure picked out d
lively lOdgin' place
Horrible says Vincent. 7 must
get her from there at oDcp E{11s
1 wish there was some one who
Shorty. could I get you to go alons
with me and"
"Rescuin' grandmothers amt my
long suit" saws I. but I'll admit I'm
some interested in this case. Come
on,
BY the time our clockwork cab
fetches up in front of the prunery it's
after S O'Clock. There's no mistakin
the sOrS Of histrionic asylum it was
either. A hungry lOOkin' bunch of ac-
tOrets was lined up on 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. Il bull fiddle artist was
Sawin' out his soul distress in the hail
bedroom above. and up under the cor
nice the Chicini sisters was leanin' 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've seen
samples Of real dogday tragedy
among the profesh, when the summer
snaps haze busted and the fail rehear-
sails have just begun. What, Mabel?
Its a sure enough dOUble-in- brass
roOst." says I. Don't say anything
that sounds like contract. or you'll BE-
mObbed."
But they sizes Vincent up for q real
estate broker. and gives him the chilly
stare, until he mentions the old lady's
name. Then they thaws out sudden.
"Oh. the Duchess" squeals a couple
in chorus why, she always dimes
out. you know. You'll find her around
at Doughretti's, on 2Tth-st.'
Duchess" SAYS Vincent. Tin
afraid there's some mistake
Not at all" says one of the crowd.
we all call her that. She's got Little
Water with her tonight. Doughrettrs.
just in 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 ever think Of call
ing her Duchess"
There's no accountin' for what
them actorines would do" SAYS l.
Anyway. all you got to do IS take
peek at the party, and # it's a wrong
steer we can so back and take a. fresh
start
You know DoUghretti's. II you don't
you know a dozen just like it. It's
one Of these 60-cent table dotty joints
with an electric name sign. a stripSd
stoop swnin'. and a seven-course menu
manifolded in pale purple ink. You
begin the agony with an imitation
soup that looks like Rocka way beach
water when the tides comm in. and
you end with choice OF petrified
cheese rinds that might pass for sou
venirs from the Palisades.
If YOU don't want to taste what you
eat. you let EN- hand you free bottle
OF pure California claTet. waited on
East HOuston-st. It's a mixture of fl
tered Croton. extra quality aniline
dyes. and two kinds of wood alcohol
and after you've had a pint of il you
don't care whether the milk-fed Phila-
delphia chicken was put in cold storage
last winter, or back in the year of the
big wind
Madam DoughTetti had just fed the
Merry Widow waltz into the pianola
for the fourth time as we pulls up at
the curb.
TITS no use" says Vincent "She
wouldn't be here. Twill wait, though.
while you take a look around: if you
will Shorty
On the way over he's given me a
description Of his missin' parent; so I
pixies I'D 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 a bag of
hay tied in the middle. She's supposed
to be wearin q string bonnet about
the size of a saucer, with a bunch OF
faded velvet ViOlets on top, a coral
brooch at her neck, and either black