Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-01

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photo of herself she appeared in her last piece.
All she thinks and talks about" says Sadie. is
her home and her husband. She told me SO herself.
And she's just sweet and refined! She wants us
to run over informally Sunday afternoon. to
meet Mr.. kutZ.
We did it that way too just to make 'em feel they
want altogether on the blacklist. And l all
ready to do whatever cheern' up might be needed.
AS arrives up the front driveway sees couple
something on the side lawn You could hardly
blame em: for it was sight that amt common up
in district.
First off there's flock of fancy, shaggy coated
sheep, all with pink ribbons around their necks
croppin the new grass. Walkin' along behind 'em,
half up center, is dream in pink and white. She's
wearln Smastin' big white straw hat covered with
pink willow plumes, and in one hand she carries
long white enameled stick with gilt crook at the
top There's big pink bow on that too.
"Gee!' says l. DRAWN in long breath. "Is it
Little Bo Peep or Mardy Hadda?"
Why" says Sadie, sort of gaspin', believe it's
Mrs. Kutrz!"
1t was. Seems we'd just accident'lly discovered
her while she doin' the shepherdess act. Course
she hadn't dreamed of anybodys droppin' in and
discovern' her. anything like that she explains
She was merely out tending her dear little Shrop-
shires.
Il do so love to be of some real use around the
place" says she. and thought of looking after
the sheep. Aren't they just dear though? Bunny
had them imported especially for me. the darlingl
But I've had such time deciding my costume!
Sadie dom the honors for both of
that question and she'd almost
succeeded in convincin' Elsie that she
didn't look so bad when the lady insists
on havin' my opinion direct.
You get the blue ribbon in the shep-
herdess class" says l. and any time the
grass gets too short here just drive 'em
49, over on our front lawn
- At that she springs her laugh. Maybe
49, you've heard it on the stage? Well then
49, you know how it comes out. like BLOWN
$ soap bubbles from silver cOrnet. high
and clear: and as catchy as the chorus
e. to poplar song. It's one of these kind
- of laughs that feels like feather run
over your back kind of tickles and sends
little thrills through you.
- ''Ha hal Ha. ha. ha! Ha. ha ha ha
hail. says she until all can do is unreef
four-inch grin. Sadie smiles too Why
80 shouldn't we be pleased. havin' that done
all for our benefit. when people have paid
SPECTATORS prices to hear it?
You funny. funny mani" says She
- "You shall have one of my new photos
- coon as they come. The man was just
go up here to take them. Do you mind
chatting out here? Then I'll have some
- chairs brought out. Henriette!" and she
claps her hands for maid
!. ! ! ! :
It old folksy way
~ of receivin comp'ny. all right:
NV &RsN but it didn't jar any We
~ si1ASMa\X was too int rested in watchin
xXgWETSY Elsie. And it was enter
~Ma tainn' to hear her tell about
IE<NM how domestic she gettin
Just thnk'' says She. Il
arrange all the flowers in the
SSSA&SH# vases myself. Oh / am going
~ ~ to be real housekeeper! Last
sES night l went right into the
ESEG8i9 kitchen and helped the cook
with dinner. Yes. indeed! I
LID sprinkled the parsley on the
~ IN roast"
W "Honest?" says I.
u Yes" she goes on. strikin