Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-02-01

taste In coral tint. She might have
been said to be In a coral cave under
the sea, as far as young Blair was
concerned. AS he came In he felt his
ears deaden, and the smoke of ciga-
rettes grew so thick that he looked
as. through veil. The dancer was
standing in the center of the room,
one hand on her hip, and in the other
hand a cigarette. Her short skirt
stood out around her like a bell, and
over the bell fell rain OF pinkish
coral strands. She wore a thin slip,
from which her neck and arms came
shining out, and her woman knelt at
her feet strapping on little coral
shoe.
Blair shut the door behind him, and
began to realize how rude, how 1mper-
tinent his entrance would be consid-
cred But he came boldly forward and
would have introduced himself as
dan Blair from BlairtoWn,' but Miss
Lane. who stood at the entrance
through the smoke, burst into laugh
so bright, so delightful, that he was
carried high up on the coral strands
to the very beach. She crossed her
white arms over her breast and leaned
forward as a saleswoman might lean
forward over a counter, and with her
beautifully trained voice, all sweetly
she asked him:
"He1lo little boy, what will you
take?"
| Blair gigg1ed, quick to catch her
meaning, and answered: ooh, choco-
late, I guess!"
! And Lefty Lane laughed, put out
her white hand, the one without the
cigarette, and said: Haven't got
that brand on board-so sorry! Will
a cocktail do? All sorts in bottles.
| Higgins, fix Mr.. Blair Martini"
AS the dresser rose from her stoOp-
ing position, the rest of Lefty Lanes
| dressingroom unfolded out of the
! mist and smoke. On a sofa covered
with lace pillows Blair saw man sit
| ting, smoking as well. He was tall,
and had a dark mustache. 1t was
Prince Poniotowsky, whom Dan had
already met at the Galorey shoot.
prince Poniotowsky," Miss Lane
presented him, "Mr. Blair Of Blair
town, Mont. Say, Frederick, give me
my cap, will you? 1t is over by your
side, I've got to hustle"
The man, without moving, picked up
a small red cap with single plume,
| from the sofa at his side. In another
second Lefty Lane had placed it on
her head of yellow hair, real yellow
| hair and not a doubt Of it, like sun
! shine-not the color one gets from in
side bottles. Her arms, her hands
flashed with rings, priceless flashes,
and the little spears pricked Dan like
sharp needles.
! tits the incest ever!" she was say
/ ing. 'How on earth did you get in
! here, though? Have you bought the
/ Gaiety theater? I'm the most exclu-
sive girl on the stage. Who let you
! in?"
Her accent was English, and even
that put her from him. AS he looked
at her he couldn't understand how he
| had ever recognized her. If he had
waited for another act he wouldn't
have believed the likeness real. The
girl he remembered had both softened
| and hardened; the rounded features
were gone, but all the angles were
gone as we'll. Her eyes were as gray
as the seas; she was painted and her
| lids were darkened. Seen close, she
was not so divine as on the stage,
but there was still a more thrilling
! charm about the fact that she was
real.
"To think of any one from Montana
being here tonight! Staying very long,
Mr.. Blair?" Between each sentence
she directed Higgins, who was getting
her into her bodice. "And how do
you like "Mandalay?" Isn't it great?"
She addressed herself to Dan, but
she smiled on both the men with ex-
| IRENE brilliance.
"You bet your life," he responded.
II should think it was great"
Poniotowsky rose indolently. He
had not looked toward the new
| COuSI, UuL udu, Ou Tic OCuSI manu-, LUZ
lowed every detail of Miss Lanes
dressing.
Better take your scarf, Lefty.
Hand it to Miss Lane" he directed
Higgins. "It is so damned drafty in
these beastly wings
He drew his watch out, gathered up
his long coat, flung it over his arm
and picked up his opera hat which
lay folded on Lefty Lanes dressing
| table.
The call page for the third time
summoned Miss Lane, Miss
Lane" and she took the scarf Hig'
gins handed her and ran it through
her hands, still beaming en- Dan.
"Come in to see me at the Savoy on
any day, at two-thirty except on mat
inee days"
Put on your scarf" Poniotowsky,
| taking it from her hands, laid it across
her white shoulders, and she passed
out between the two men, light as a