The evening world., 1912-08-24


- The habitat Of the sport -
the lobby or the outside corner OF GER
tain hotels and combination restau-
rants and cafes. They are mostly men
OF different sizes, running from smai'
to large. but they are unanimous IN the
possession Of a recently shaven. blue
black cheek and chin and dark over
coats Tin season. with black velvet COL
lars.
Big Jim" Dougherty had wife but
he aid not wear a button portrait OF
her upon his lapel lie had nome III
one OF those brown-stone, iron-raiieo
streets on the west side that look ike
recently excavated bowling alley or
Pompeil.
To this home of his SIR. Dousherty re-
paired each night whom the hour was
so late as to promise no further diver
sion in the arch domains OF sport. by
that time the occupant of the monoga-
mistic harem would be In dreamland.
the bulbui silenced and the hour pro-
pitious for slumber.
Big jim" always arose at twelve,
meridian, for breakfast. and soon after
ward he would retdrn TO .hc rendezvous
OF his crowd"
He was always vaguely conscious tha:
there was n Mrs. Dougherty. He would
have received without denial the charge
that the quiet. neat. comfortable little
woman across the table at home was
his wife. In fact, he remembered
pretty we'll that they had been married
for nearly four years. She would often
tell him about the cute tricks OF Spot.
the canary. and the light-haired lady
that lived In the window OF the Hat
! across the street.
Big Jim Dougherty even listened
to this conversation OF hers sometimes.
lie knew that she would have a nice
dinner ready for him every evening at
7 when he came for II. She sometimes
went TO matinees. and she had talk
Ing machine with six records. once
when her Uncle Amos blew in on a
wind from upstate she went with him
to the Eden Musee. Surely these things
were diversions enough for any woman.
One afternoon Mr.. Dougherty An
ished his breakfast. put on his hat and
got away fairly for the door. When his
hand was on the knob he heard his
wifes voice.
"Jim,' she said. firmly, Il wish you
would take me out to dinner this eve
ming. 1t has been three years since you
have ben outside the door with me-"
big Jim" was astonished. She had
never asked anything like this before.
1t had the flavor Of totally new prop
os!tion. But he was a game sport.
"All right" he said. You be ready
when 1 come at Z. None of this wall
two minutes till I prlmp an hour Of
two kind Of business. now, Dele"
IN be ready" said his wife. calmly
At seven she decended the stonS
steps In the Pompeian bowling alley
! at the side of big jim Dougherty
She wore dinner gown made OF q
stuff that the spiders must have
woven. and of a color that twilight
sky must have contributed. A ligh
coat with many admirably unneces
sary capes and adorably inutile ribboni
noated downward from her shoulders
, Fine feathers do make fine birds; ant
the only reproach in the saying 10 fol
! the man who refuses to give up hi,
earnings to the ostrich-tip industry.
: big Jim" Dougherty was troubled
' There was a being at his side whom
nc uiu NV Nh'"' Aio t"ousht VI III
sober-hued plumage that this bird o
paradise was accustomed to wear IL
her cage. and this winged revelation
:, puzzled him. In some way she re
minded him of the Della Cullen that h
:, had married four years before. Shyl.
and rather awkwardly he stalked a
her right hand.
After dinner I'll take you bacl
home, Dele" said Mr.. Dougherty, IAN
then I'll drop back up to Settlers witt
the boys. You can have swell chucl
tonight II you want Il. made
J winning on Anaconda Yesterday; +,
y you can go as far as Won like"
= lie had been casting stcalthy glance
at his attractive communion ana n
}. was seized with the conviction RIA
a she was no selling platter. He ,.-oIve
5 TO parade with his wi. past Seltzer'
cafe, where at this time a number q
, his tribe would oe gathered TO vie,
a and he would take her 10 dine at Hoos
n ley's. the swellest slow-lunch ware
: house on the line. he said to himself
> The congregation OF smooth-face
!, tribal gentlemen we're on watch at Sci