The San Francisco call., 1913-11-28
THE FAMIL Y CUPBOARD :
Adsredhon owenD Broadway Success


lack of style by manner of extraor-
! dfnara cheerfulness.
Say, Kitty" he began with an air
, of Importance. The red faced old man
appeared like nothing in all the world
so much as a little child who has a
secret to tell
II told you to sit in the machine and
keep 1t warmr said Kitty. angrily
Guess who's outsider" asked her
chauffeur with calm air of intimacy
And why not? For Jim Garrity
chauffeur to Miss Kitty Claire. was
none other than her father. and he
day she was baptised Kitty May Gar
rity.
Guess who's outsider" said he.
Judging from your smile it must
be barkeeper." said she with calm
lack of filial respect.
Dick lie Roy''
Nor. Kitty fairly danced in glee
'Dick lie Roy" indeed, Her old
vaudeville partner. This was Kittys
own world.
Yes! He spots me sittin' up in
the car. And the first thing I heard
somebody says. My Gawd, Gasoline
must be cheap
Same old Dickr' cried Kitty in
high glee.
You bet!" I told him you was in
side. Can he come in?'
Sure he can, why not?'
Jim ran to fetch "the same old
Dick" And "the same old Kitty
crossed over to the high mantel
climbed on a conveniently placed
chair and examined her reflection in
the mirror. While she was arrang-
ing her hat at more satisfactory
anR1o nink 10 anfarad the hall
way and stopped in the door. Dick
was a good looking young chap in
clothes that he would have described
as Classy A song and dance
artist" was Mr.. lie Roy-and he looked
the part. Kitty turned joyfully to
see him, and as she hoped down from
her chair she seemed to drop some OF
her assumed refinement and to be-
come her real self.
"Dfckv'
kitty May"
AN OLD FRIEND
Kitty ran to Dick and kissed him
with the warmth of real affection
In a manner expressing extreme dis
approval. Miss Ryan arose and with
a gesture that she took to be majes-
tic drew the heavy curtains of the
door. closing off the room and Dick
and Kitty from her offended gaze.
Dear old Dick.'
Immense" replied Mr. LIE Roy.
Two years. Dick"
Been playin' the Sullivan and Con-
sidine time. They wouldn't let me
get home. I'm the big scream west
of Chicago"
West of Chicago amt a scream;
it's sob"
What's doing, Kitty? You look
like four million dollars, There's even
class to jim, Got a live one?"
Don't get fresh. I'm Kitty Claire
Forget that Kitty May thing. I'm
out of the business"
That old guy from Morristown
the gink with the wind tormenters
| didn't marry you, did he?"
No. He died. but he don't know
1T yet" Kitty suddenly observed the
compromising aspect Of the closed
curtains. She crossed over and drew
them apart, prepared to speak re
provingly to that telephone girl. bu
| thought better of any exhibition OF
temper. as an attractive young chap
| with clothes that had been built ir
the heart of Fifth avenue, stopped
| by the desk. Kitty had found thai
! observation was the better part OF
valor. SO she waited.
! Mr. Nelson?" said he of the Fifth
avenue air to Miss Ryan.
| Kitty looked with deepening in.
| terest
! Name, please?"
Say to Mr.. Nelson that his son ha.
| called.
| Kitty's look grew intent Ever
minnows might be fish when they
came to her net.
He's expecting you.'' said Miss
Ryan affably. He phoned you was
! to come right up. Show the gentle.
man up, William
As Kenneth Nelson disappeared un-