Arizona republican., 1911-10-10

 the eyes with an impudent stare and brushed past.
 'I say, that's cool now" drawled young Tillinghast, turning to his com panion, modish young fellow, who would have been perfect as a fashion plate, had it not been for the slight advantage Tillinghast had of him in poise and polish.
 Who is she? It would hurt less to be cut by a more plain-looking person, admitted the other, watching the trim little form as 1t disappeared through the massive entrance.
 "MddemoiSeHe Flora Flaubert," said Tillinghast, with a flourish of his slender Piccadilly stick "She mani cures my sisters face It's odd, you know; habit should have caused her to recognize and respect the bearer of a Tillinghast face. l am disap- pointed in Flaubert."
 "Oh, she's the complexion person from Paris, who's been taking in so- ciety at the Plaza the past six months. Tyson has been glowing of her for a month. I hope Papa Tyson learns of it in time to keep Tommy from doing anything silly"
 Tommy better look out for Flau- bert" Tillinghast smiled wearily. as he paused on the corner. She's very cleveri Gets her business with her face. you know, and keeps it with her hands-and tongue have seen priBtG dORHdS who haven't half her charm-and cheek But I'm running over to the club from here. You're not coming?"
 No! By-by," replied the other. starting down Broadway after adding, T hope you weren't nipped by the slight frost from Flaubert?"
 Well, I'll feel an outcast if meet my sisters milliner and she cuts me" laughed Tillinghast, crossing alone on FoTty-second to Fifth Avenue and go- ing leisurely to the smoking room of the Van Rensselaer, Club, where he cooked his feet on the fender before the celebrate jade fireplace, helped himself to some 'V. R." punch his fathers before him had drunk. and idly fingered over the morning Herald, though 1t was full afternoon.
 He struck an item and read 1t several times, some of his languor leaving him. A friend dropped into a seat beside him, noted his interest, and queried: Reading the Presi- dents message, Tillinghast?"
 "Oh, hello" drawled Tillinghast, looking up and allowing the paper to slip idly through his longish fingers, as smooth in texture as fresh bank notes. No, I'm not concerned in the street or trusts. Sometimes I'm really tempted to take a flyer in stock so l can get up an interest in messages to Congress, the condition of the country, the gold standard in Nicaragua, and that sort of thing"
 "I presume reading the fashions is more in your line?"
 No" said Tillinghast, with an an- noyed frown. My tailor takes care of that. Really, I can't bother my head about cravats and waistCoats; it's quite bad enough to have to carry them about"
 Newspapers are deadly dull, aren't they?" said the other, switching back. Its really work to read the news, but one must keep up in these commercial times, you know"
 'I seldom read anything but the Personals" admitted Tillinghast idly. "One finds such queer things. A frantic lady, you know. advertising for a lost poodle; a deserted wife wailing her woe through the public prints and telling Terence to come home, drunk or sober, defiant or repentant. all be- ing forgiyen-but not forgotten"
 "Why can't people settle their little domestic troubles through a solicitor and not get into the awful glare of publicity"
 "Oh, dare say nobody reads the 'Personals,'" said Tillinghast quickly -"they're so impersonal, you know"
 Not in our set, of course. But there are fortune-hunters and the like, suppose, who use the column continu- ally"
 "Oh, yes. They're sordid lot. Now look at this, for instance" Filling hast recovered the paper with an easy stoop and pointed to the following ad- vertisement: S
 "WANTED-Informa as to
 the whereabouts of Mime. Flora
 Flaubert, complexion specialist,
 IOTmeTlI at tue ldId- AuuiCoo
 Miss McArthur, PA West 35th St.,
 City"
 Flora Flaubert!" cried Tillinghasts companion. Why, isn't that the wo- man that young Tyson has been mush- ing about and frothing at the mouth over, for the past month";"
 "Yes. I presume so," answered I'll linghast indifferenuy.
 But what's she been getting into?"
 "Oh, nothing, suppose. This ad- vertisement was probably inserted by some frantic customer who found that Flaubert had moved away, and didn't know she could be located at the As tor"
 You aren't following her goings and comings, too?" asked the other, rais- ing his eyebrows.
 Tillinghast smiled faintly and shook his head. The other man reread the advertisement and shuddered: Bra zen! Isn't 1t? Now, if a woman wants her features curried or remod- eled, why can't she get one of those simple home beautifiers. with an ad- unstable handle, in a splendid Ja- banned box, or go quietly to Doctor Woodbury? Think of signing ones name to such a deliciously frank ad- vertisement!"
 Yes" unused Tillinghast, "Flau- hert wouldn't wish if known that she