The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-09-05

why not? Pals for a day. That
ought to be sport"
4 ask nothing better"
Come on then" She rose and busted
the peanut shells from her lap and drew
on her gloves.
DO you come here every morning.
1 asked rising also.
Heavens, no! I haven't been here
since I was that high, and carried a
parasOl the size of a powder puff" She
looked across the lake wistfully. I
used to sail boats here when I was a
kidIet with legs like hockey sticks. And
last night-Oh, WELL that doesn't mat
ter; had some trouble. And 1 thought
it was a good place to come back to
and have it out with myself"
Are you sure you're not too tired to
tow me aTOund?"
I've been out all night, but a cold
bath and a cup Of black coffee viii
buck me up. Many's the time on the
road I've worked till morning after two
performances, so this don't count I'm
one of the kind you can't kill" She
knocked on wood: "How's my map?"
Your what?"
My face"
She inspected it in the little mirror
set in the cover of her purse, powdered
her nose and we set off together.
The sun was climbing higher, but the
park was hardly awake. Occasionally
bareheaded hoTsemen bobbed by and
disappeared down Ieafy avenues and
under bridges. A man in a dress suit,
his hat pushed back, was hOming it in
a hanson. The open reaches Of green,
of an afternoon noisy and sqUirming
with color, were now sheep-cIoUded and
silent. The squirrels stole across the
road and followed US on the benches.
Isn't this the bully old park ex-
claimed the girl Especially in aU-
tumn, when the trees are getting into
their glad rags. It's sort of sad, though,
to be so beautiful and then die. Are
you interested in dress goods? I'm get
ting a gown of that color" She took
a sample from her purse. "See, it's
brown with just the red of the wood
i'm it. Peachy, isn't it? It's going to
be trimmed with all East India cOlors-
dull yellow and dull blue with old
gold braid here and there. I'm plumb
crazy about it. Ny mothers got some
old Etruscan gold earrings with topazes
and a buckle to match which she's GO
ing to let me wear. Ny mothers
French-she knowsi can you see me?
Matches my skin and eyes perfectly, but
my hair has to be done over"
Your hair! What's the matter with
your hair
Kills the gown. Here, squirreIly,
sQuirrelly, squiTrellyl Wish I had some
more peanuts"
We reached Columbus Circle and she
said:
Listen here. man. can't go down
town in these candlestick toys. You
wait for me in the Pabst cafe while I
49,
way, what's your name?"
In an hour she returned looking trim
and refreshed I'm a neat-fitting striped
flannel walking suit and a huge hat
trimmed with marabou.
How do you like the brain-storm
hat?" she demanded. pirouetting.
From behind, the hat eclipsed both
her head and neck, like a moon bal
ancing on her shoulders: and as the
Jacket was built with long pointed
tails, she gave the impression of some
queer, slim beetle on its hind legs.
Amt this the awful lifel" she
purred, as she sat down to her eggs and
waffles, while looked on opposite.
Yes. no, yes? Well, now, I'll outline
the day-the things we're going to do.
we pals, Did you speak? Pals, I said.
First, the rehearsal You sit In front
I've telephoned-and hear the stage
manager tell me ought to be at a
washtub. Then it'll be lunch time
Sherry's, h'm?"
7 agreed to "sherry's, h'rn?"
You've got machine. I suppose?"
I let her suppose that I did have a
machine, trusting that heaven would
deliver one into nv hands before she
required It. I hardly knew yet what
was UP against Sherry's sounded
rather bad for a hundred-dollar article.
and the machine staggered me But I
resolved TO be game.
After lunch you can take me for a