Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-11

stranger that a rainstorm always gave
her toothache. and two young men
Two young men planned crime with
such fesh-creeping call6usness that a
| wade into the deluge with the BRAY
cry that comes from a short skirt and
| nigh shoes, lowered her umbrella and
sidied close TO the speakers. The chief
| criminal was young, dark fellow, with
quick. excited voice. The other man
had q dimpie in his chin.
| shes got to be put out OF the way.
It's the only show OF getting at the
her without raising Nelrs suspicious"
| Wouldn't KIDNAPPING be better?''
/ I've figured on that. but there's the
police and rewards; makes the business
too ALFRED complicated No. cir. the
child has got to be killed
Yes. but you are overlooking Hates
vigilance"
NO. I'm not. I've already started her
10 Panama on fake telegram that Hor-
ace is I'll there"
The plain sort OF woman shivered from
her umbrella to her high shoes. While
che shlvered she wondered what she
should do. And while she wondered what
she should do the dimpled man in
sisted:
sd kidnap her old chap, and let her
return make the climax OF your third
act"
Then the woman with the short skirt
and the high shoes and the shivers knew
| exactly what to do.
She raised her umbrella and waded
across the silver downpour until she got
to The Star building. Then she went in
SIDE and wrote IL all down.
/ "How's that for a crowd
custard-haired woman in a marked
| down "one-piece" tilted her reduced
parasol toward the opposite sidewalk and
waited for her companions response. The
4 rr3sr a
! the situation:
''Lawsy! Somebody muster got hurt"'
Hurt, nothin'. That's a variety show
iettin' out. All them men that oughter
| DIN workin for their poor wives an FAM
lilies. bin sQuanderin' the whole afternoon
at matinee. Them men varieties are al
ways packed like that-an' I don't care
what movin' picture show you go to in the
day time there's always five men to q
woman. Then they turn aroun' an COM
plain about the way women CAD! You
can't tell me nothin' new about men. ]
know EN- from A to lizard. Lor knows
rated from another. Things Is come TO
/ pretty pass when a poor woman like me-
| with heart trouble like to take me on
any time, havin' to worry myself sick
month In an out. year after year, over
the measly little bunch Of alimony that's
my due. An him At every variety show
that comes along. II tho court did what
| was right by me I wouldn't have to put
i
times strappin' him down, an the like.
Don't tell me about men. Say. Mayme,
catch on to that young Teller comm over
him with the pannymar sombreryo.
Amt he got . dandy asser! wouldn't
The custard- haired lady started her
| companion toward the curb. 30 that they
could cross the asphalt at an angle that
would fairly bump them into . fat and
h2mbouyant young man with q rakish tilt
| to his hat and with q big tie that made a
red cash down his shirt front.
| But. alack for the lady with heart trou-
| BILE, the fiambouyant one was so intent on
| the matinee he had left or the place he
was going to that he let her pass un-
| noticed, to be lost in the drifting crowd
| across the way.
Otherwise there would have been more
/ to tell about.
| A sound Of metallic strangeness broke
into the after-business quiet OF street
| 1t wasn't at all like the one-nOte blast
I that means either an automobile or q
| garbage cart according 20 whether 1t
blows before the front door or at the alley
gate-and 1t had no resemblance what
ever 10 the arpeggio hop up and down, the
| C major octave that calls itself the latest
| scream in honkS.
I 1t was different. There was clash OF
silvery chimes. made up OF monastery
bells and sleigh jingies-with deep booms
Of tragic melody from the buoy that
! rings for drowning mariners In a Hugo
novel, and tink tink. tinkle from tenn
| pie on the road to Mandalay.
/ man OF the class that orators describe
a. a scholar and q gentleman paused In
crossing TO look up and down a street
that was blessedly quiet. except Tor
| streak OF something far down In the
dusk
| A woman too ordinary for orators to
bother about also paused In the middle
OF the street. Electric lights starred the
twilight that would soon deepen into
night. and the rows OF deserted shops
we've fust so many rundown clocks with
/ Their works showing. The quiet was
maii-,tke In its stiffness, except for the
1 STRANGE. sweet sounds that seemed TO be
/ nea ring. ana the whis OF the approaching
/ streak that had every appearance OF a
deytl-cnaser gone mad. And the streak
yelled, as IL sQufboed Dy:
4 "Why tho biankety blank blank don't
you get out Of my blank blank way
Blank you!'
! Things are seldom what they SOUND.