The Washington herald., 1915-11-21

from time to time, that woman is no mys-
4 terry, that man can foretell. construe. sub
due, comprehend. and interpret her. That she
is a mystery has been foisted by herself upon
credulous mankind Whether | am right or
wrong we shall see. As "Harper's Drawer
used to say in bygone years: The following
good story is told of Miss -. MIR. -. Mr..
=, and Mr. -"
|. We shall have to omit Bishop X and the
Rev. -" for they do not belong.
In those days Paloma was new town on
the line of the Southern Pacific. A reporter
would have called it mushroom" town;
but it was not Paloma was. first and last. of
the toadstool variety.
The train stopped there at noon for the en-
CINE to drink and for the passengers both to
drink and to dine. There was new yellow
pine hotel, also wool warehouse. and perhaps
three dozen box residences. The rest was COM
posed of tents, cow ponies, "black-waxy mud.
and mesquite-trees, all bound round by a
horizon. Paloma was an about-to-be city. The
houses represented faith; the tents hope; the
twice-a-day train by which you might leave,
creditably sustained the role of charity.
The Partisan Restaurant occupied the mud
diest spot in the town while it rained, and the
warmest when it shone. 1t was operated,
owned, and perpetrated by citizen known as
Old Man Hinkle, who had come out of Indiana
to make his fortune in this land of condensed
milk and sorghum.
There was four-room, implanted. weather
boarded box house in which the family lived
From the kitchen extended shelter" made
of poles covered with chaparral brush. Under
this was table and two benches. each twenty
feet long. the product of Paloma home car
pentry Here was set forth the roast mutton,
the stewed apples. boiled beans, soda-biscuits,
puddnorpie, and hot coffee of the Partisan
menu.
Ma Hinkle and a subordinate known to the
ears as Betty" but denied to the eyesight,
presided at the range Pa Hnkle himself. with
saiamandrous thumbs, served the scalding
viands. During rush hours a Mexican youth.
who rolled and smoked cigarettes between
courses, aided him in waiting on the guests. As
is customary at Partisan banquets. pl ace the
sweets at the end of my wordy menu.
Ileen Hinkle!
The spelling is correct, for have seen her
write it. No doubt she had been named by
ear; but she so splendidly bore the orthography
that Tom Moore himself chad he seen her)
would have Endorsed the photography.
lleen was the daughter of the house. and the
first Lady Cashier to invade the territory south
of an east-and-west line drawn through Calves
ton and Del Rio She sat on high stool in
rough pine grand stand -or was it temple?
under the shelter at the door of the kitchen.
There was barbed-wire protection in front of
her, with little arch under which you passed
your money. Heaven knows why the barbed
wire; for every man who dined Parisianly there
would have died in her service Her duties
were light; each meal was a dollar; you put it
under the arch. and she took it.
set out with the intent to describe Ileen
Hnkle to you. Instead, must refer you to the
volume by Edmund Burke entitled: A Phil
osophical Inquiry Into the Origin of Our Ideas
of the Sublime and Beautiful 1t is an exhaus-
tive treatise, dealing first with the primitive
Of beauty-roundness and smooth
ness. | think they are. according to Burke. 1t
is well said. Rotundity is a patent charm; as
for smoothness-the more new wrinkles a
woman acquires, the smoother she becomes.
lleen was a strictly vegetable compound,
under the Pure Arnbrosia and Balm
Of Gilead Act of the year of the fall of Adam.
She was a fruit-stand blonde strawberries.
peaches. cherries, etc. Her eyes were wide
apart. and she possessed the calm that precedes
a storm that never comes. But it seems to me
that words lat any rate peri are wasted in an
effort to describe the beautiful Like fancy, 1T
IS engendered in the eyes," There are three
kinds of beauties-I was fore-ordained to be
,omiletic; | can never stick to story.
The first is the freckle-faced snub-nosed girl
whom you like The second is Maud Adams.
The third is. or are. the ladies in Bouguereau's
paintings. Ileen Hinkle was the fourth. She
vas the mayoress of Spotless Town. There
we're thousand golden apples coming to her
Is Helen of the Troy laundries