The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-10-02

H&H<SMNi nEI[Mah nat TO the trenchy little
HsN&S@gl VSA2sA woman just entering the
- S2g2zSsg Astor. She looked him
full in the eyes with an
mpudent stare and brushed past.
- say, that's cool now" drawled young
l1llnghast, turning to his companion.
Who IS she? 1t would hurt less to be
cut by a more plain looking person." adj
united the other, watching the trim little
form as it disappeared through the massive
entrance
!" MddemoiseIe Flora Flaubert," said
Iillinghast, with flourish of his slender
Piccadilly stick.
Oh, she's the complexion person from
Paris, who's been taking in society at the
Plaza the past six months. Tyson has
been glowing of her for month I hope
Papa Tyson learns of it in time to keep
Tommy from doing anything silly
Tommy better look out for Flaubert,"
Illlinghast smiled YEARLY, as he paused
on the corner.
Well, I'll feel an outcast if I meet my
sisters milliner and she cuts me-" laughed
l1lllnghast, crossing alone on Forty-second
to Fifth Avenue and going leisurely to the
smoking room of the Van Rensselaer, Club,
where he cooked his feet on the fender be-
fore the celebrated jade fireplace, helped
himself to some "V. R." punch his fathers
before him had drunk, and idly fingered
over the morning Herald, though it was
full afternoon
He struck an item and read it several
times, some Of his languor leaving him. A
friend dropped into a seat beside him,
noted his interest, and queried: Reading
the Presidents message, Tillinghast?"
"Oh hello,' drawled Tillinghast, looking
up and allowing the paper to slip idly
through his longish fingers.
II presume reading the fashions is more
in your liner"
NO." said Tillinghast with an annoyed
frown- "My tailor takes care of that
Really can't bother my head about era
watts 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.
It's really work to read the news, but one
must keep up in these commercial times,
you know"
II seldom read anything but the Per-
sonals, ;" admitted Tillinghast idly. Zone
finds such queer things.
"Now look at this, for instance"
Tillinghast recovered the paper with an
easy stoop and pointed to the following
advertisement:
Observation-Disclosures as TO the where
abouts of Nine. Flora Flaubert, complexion spe-
calist, formerly at the Plaza Address Miss
Macarthur, 244 West 35th ST.. City"
"Flora Flaubertl" cried Tillinghast's
companion. "Why, isn't that the woman
that young Tyson has been mushing about
and frothing at the mouth over, for the
past month";"
eyes, presume SO" answered Tilling-
hast indifferently. ID
!. "But what's she been getting into?"
= "Oh, nothing, suppose. This advertise
ment was probably inserted by some fran
tic customer who found that Flaubert had
moved away, and didn't know she could be
located at the Astor."
!" You aren't following her goings andcom-
ings, too? asked the other, raising his
eyebrows.
Tilinghast smiled family and shook his
head. The other man rereao the adver-
tisement and shuddered: "Brazen! Isn't
it1 Now, if woman wants her features
curried or remodeled why can't she get
one of those simple home beautihers, with
anadjustable handle, in a splendid Japanned
box, or go quietly to Doctor Woodbury.
Think of signing ones name to such de-
hciously frank advertisement"
dyes" unused Tillinghast, "Flaubert
wouldn't wish it known that she has Gus
toner in the west Two hundreds on Thirty
fifth Street It's all cheap theatrical fluff
over there. That's hardly Flaubert's class
Of trade"
"You know, Tillinghast," said the other
thoughtfully, "those advertisements are
often traps. You aren't thinking of doing
anything7 Your manners always so blest
mysterious, and you seem to be the god
Of that cheap theatrical lot"
@Oh, no. I'm just wondering about this
thing Tillinghast's lips curled curiously.
wish there were something In it. I'd like
to stumble on to anything unusual Maybe
that's why I read the Personals. ;"
It's only the evidence of morbid mind,
the other assured him quickly. You'll
be taking to the obituary column next.
What would you have me do; sit before
the fre here until my feet get SO accustomed
to the heat I'll have to wear overshoes to
bed--or have chilblains for breakfast!
ne dealt largely in after-thoughts.
l1llnghast, you ought to open an ONCE
downtown and do Something" said the
other seriously, for he dabbled In business