Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-30

rakeets of Paraguay and paraded the world as if
owned it.
About one o'clock that afternoon returned to
our skyey suite for the purpose of switching
toys. Our purpose was to make a complete change
and walk the world that afternoon. We
desired stake the afternoon strolers San Fran
ciscos streets to the kind of treat that we'd
handed out to the morning pedestrians.
When the Widow Came
WE had just removed our coats, preparatory to
w frying some of the perennial pork chops, after
which meant to shift into other complete of
the apparel of the late lanes Sherwood when there
timid little knock the door of the room in
which all three of were-it Tracy's studio"
Tracy went himself to the door and threw it wide.
Uater on, when the landlords agent began to hound
us, opened the door until the person outside
identified himself by believing through the transom)
-, A pretty young woman with golden hair and big
blue eyes stood in the door. She was clad in the
deepest of widows mourning She Mrs. Sher-
wood relict of the whose clothes all three of
wearing!
tie to Tracy and Newbolds faces, and dare say
my countenance too instantly looked as if l had
plunged it into pot of ships red lead. Tracy knew
the lady. Newbold and had to divine her identity;
but we were accomplished OWNERS.
AS have said we were in our shirt sleeves, and
the late Nr. Sherwoods monogram done in fine
large fancy silk script the sleeves of all shirts
l can remember to this day the tinting of the shirt
had on that occasion. 1t of pale blue. with in
distinct stripes of lilac. In buying shirts dodge the
combination of pale blue and lilac even yet.
Of course the timd. sad eyed little Mrs. Sherwood
had to glue her wide blue eyes upon these monograms
the very first thing Like woman for her to do that,
wasn't it? Then she proceeded to glue her wide
blue eyes upon other things The room Uttered
with articles of apparel of every imaginable sort that
late Mr.. Sherwood. Was it any wonder that the
rowing spouse of the late Mr.. Sherwood glued her
eyes upon these things? Wasn't it her time to glue?
Tracy grabbed hold of himself and gaspingy in
vited her in and placed the one non-dubious chair
for her, and we all slid into coats. Mrs. Sher
wood examined coats with reminiscent gaze.
Yes and little smile lurked and ickered about the
corners of her pretty roseleaf mouth too, which
made it all the worse. l can speak only for myself;
but think all three of us would gladly have jumped
out the window if we could have done gracefully
and without leaving lady in that sudden impolite
manner.
Mrs Sherwood had called to see Mr.. Tracy about
having oil painting painted from photograph of
her deceased husband. Tracy very good friend and
patron, the brusk woman of society and charity who
had sent him the Sherwood wardrobe, had also sent
her to Tracy in the matter of the Oil painting.
This Tracy S very first order. He would have
been tcled to the verge of rotous hystera it if
it hadn't been for those clothes that he and we had
on. AS it was
Temporarily distracting Mrs. Sherwoods atten-
ton, Tracy signaled to Newbold and me to beat it
out of the room; but we wouldn't do any such thing
We had been caught fair and square, considered,
and, that being the case, what would be the of
beating it? Anyhow, we preferred to remain and
listen to the agreeable voice of Mrs. Sherwood and to
bask in her beauty and sweetness.
She stayed, chatting about how she wanted the
portrait painted, for probably fifteen minutes. And
every ten SECONDS or SO she nOClCe something else
that entirely familiar to her embellishing
the other of us. hanging from nails, heaped up
on the rlckety chars,-now pair OF toothpick
patent leather Shoes now necktie hat q for
got to mention that the late Mr.. Sherwoods ward
robe included dozens of dandy hats. now lurid
fancy waistcoat which of course she couldn't help re-
membering -and every time she recognized any
thing that adorable but notifying little smile would
flicker in her eyes and urk around the of her
mouth.
I've had some measly quarter hours since; but
that the worst. 1t wouldn't have been SO bad
if she hadn't kept smiling that Way