The Washington herald., 1915-08-29

l think the caterpillar holes have made your dress
open y little in the back" ~. - ~
So, then and Understanding to the records
was the alliance formed by the only two who's-who
ladies in the world Then it was agreed that woman
should forever remain as clear pane of glass
though glass was yet to be discovered-to other
women, and that she should palm herself off on
man mystery.
Barbara seemed to hesitate.
Really, Nevada" she said, with little show of
embarrassment, "you shouldn't have insisted on my
opening this. I-Tm sure it wasn't meant for any
one else to know"
Nevada forgot her gloves for moment.
"Then read it aloud" she said. "Sinee you've
already read it. what's the diHerencee If Mr.. War
has written to something that any else
everybody should know it"
WELL" said Barbara, this is what it says: Dear
est Nevada-Come to my studio at twelve o'clock
tonight Do not fail" Barbara rose and dropped
the note in Nevadas lap I'm awfully sorry" she
said that knew. 1t isn't like Gilbert. There must
be some mistake Just consider that am ignorant
of it. will you dear, l must go upstairs now,
have such headache. I'm sure don't understand
the note. Perhaps Gilbert has been dining too well,
and will explain. Good night!'
Nevada tiptoed to the hall, and heard Barbara's
door close upstairs The bronze clock in the study
told the hour of twelve fifteen minutes away.
She ran swiftly to the front door. and let herself
out into the snow-storm. Gilbert Warren's studio
was six squares away.
BY aerial ferry the white, silent forces of the
storm attacked the city from beyond the sulen East
River. Already the snow lay foot deep on the
pavements the drifts heapng themselves like scaling
ladders against the walls of the besieged town. The
Avenue as quiet as street in Pompe. Cabs
and then skinned past like whte-winged suls
a moonlt ocean; and less frequent motor-cars
sustaining the comparison-hissed through the
foaming waves like submarine boats on their jocund,
perilous journeys.
Nevada plunged like wnd-driven storm-petrel
on her way She looked up at the ragged sierras Of
cloud-capped buildings that rose above the Streets
shaded by the night lights and the congeaed vapors
to gray, drab ashen, lavender, dun, and cerulesn
tints. They were so like the wintry mountains of
her Western home that she felt satisfaction such
as the hundred thousand-dollar house had seldom
brought her.
A policeman caused her to wsver on a corner,
just by his eye and weight
Hello Mabel" said he. "Kind of late for you
to be out, amt it,"
IL am just going to the drug store" said Ne
vada, hurrying past him.
The excuse serves as passport for the most
progresses, that she sprang from Adams rib.
fur-aedsed in intellect and wies?
Turning eastward, the direct blast cut down Ne
vada's speed one-haf She made zigzag tracks in
the snow; but she tough pinyon saplns.
and bowed to it as gracefully Suddenly the studio
building loomed before her, familiar landmark
like cliff above some well-remembered canyon. The
haunt of business and its hostile neighbor. art.
darksned and silent. The elevator stopped at ten
Up eight flights of Stysian stairs Nevada climbed
and raped firmly at the door numbered 49, She
had been there many times before with Barbara and
Uncle Jerome.
Gilbert opened the door. He had crayon
pencil in one hand. green shade over his eyes,
and pipe in his mouth The pipe dropped to the
floor.
"Am 1ate?" asked Nevada. II came as quick
as could. Uncle and me were at the theater this
evening. Here am, Gibert"
Gilbert did Pygmalion- and -Galatea act He