Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-11
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR SEPTEMBER IL. 1910
Watching Tudie Get Her Cue
Continued from page S

business. Then all OF sudden she turns
and springs new one on me.
"Torchy," says she, Il am going to face
him. I'll give him a chance to say what he
wishes Only can't go through it all alone,
and-and there isn't anyone l can call on
but you. Will you conner"
"Well," says l, Il can't say I'm strong
for mixin up in any family rows"
"You needn't" says she. shall not ex-
pect you to say word or do thing, no
matter what happens. And no doubt shall
deserve whatever he says to me. But not
alone! You know something about me-you
were nice to me when came near losing my
cat, and-and l want you there"
Count me in them" says |. iii swell
up as big and imposin' as | can"
Good boy!" says she. Home, Stephen;
rolls up to one of these big family hotels
somewhere along in the 7O's.
THERE'S some class to the joint Tudie
opens up with her latchkey, too,-
Turkish rugs, swell door draperies, and big
vases full of long stemmed roses. Also
there's a snappy eyed French maid who
looks like she might be onto her job.
HAS Mr.. Westover come in with Quito!"
says Miss Tremaine.
Mon, Mselle." says the maid.
She
"Oui, Mselle," says Annette.
Then phone down to the Office and say
l will see him in five minutes" says Tudie.
"Torchy, will you wait here?"
I'm as good as nailed down" says l.
With that curls up cozy in windowseat
where can get look out onto upper Broad
way, and prepares to do the patient dummy
act The five minutes is hardly up before
there's a ring at the apartment door, and
Annette shows in 2. K. Looks good deal
like his pictures, too; one of these smooth
faced, iron gray old boys, with hard jaw
and a pair of narrow set, gunmetal eyes,
He seems sort o surprised at discoverin' me,
and stops as if he was goin' to duck out.
"It's all right, Governor" says l. I'm
only the third party. Miss Tremaine'll be
out right away, expect"
THANK you." says he, about as cordial
as if I'd invited him to jump of the dock,
and that's as chatty as we got.
It's nearly ten minutes more, though, be-
fore there's a swish of the portieres and
Tudie glides in from the next room. And,
say, hardly knew her for the same girl; for
most of the puffs and ringlets has been shook
out or unpinned, and she's let her own hair
down until it hangs loose in knot at the
back of her neck, and she's washed of the
dTIlHCldl uIiiioOhCu tiC col
pendants.
That way she looks more like the Mary
Dinneen used to see dodgin' through the
boardin' house hall in an old dressin' gown;
but this clingin lacy affair with the low cut
neck want any punk article of that sort.
1t brings out her figure stunnin, and she
looks no more than the twenty she claims.
MR.. MISSIONER, he seems little Jared
IVA at first; but he RECEIVERS quick and goes
through the preliminaries polite and easy.
Then, glancin my way, he suggests that he'd
like a few minutes private conversation
with Miss Tremaine.
"It's only young friend of mine," says
Tudie. Il prefer that he should stay"
Very well, says q. K; "but it may be
embarrassing to all of us. I-er-my GRAND
concerns my son, Miss Tremaine, and-er-
his relations with you"
Then there is nothing that needs to be
discussed in private" says she. "Torchy
knows. I've just told him all about it."
Indeed" says Mr.. Westover. Iftin' his
eyebrows. MAY l trust that you will be
equally frank with me3 l wish to know,
first of all, just how big fool you have made
of Duke"
Why" says Tudie. with one of them
gurgly laughs of hers, lit seemed to me the
job had been finished before had chance.
Was Duke yer so wise them"