Evening star., 1915-02-14

swaps friendly greetin's.
"All aboard now," says I, @and We'll col
lect our widow"
Which seems to startle the Major more
or less. a say, Bayard," he puts in, "you
didn't tell me she was widow, you know.
Perhaps after all, I'd best not
"Ah, she amt the net-wieldin' kind" says
1 soothin'. Shell tell you all about her
dear departed and the memorial window.
About as gay as Trinity Church on Ash
Wednesday, she is. Come along!'
Can you blame him, then, for glancin re-
proachful at me when he sees what answers
our call at the Lady Louise few minutes
later? lets go of few gasps myself; while
J. Bayard-well, he just stares at her with
his mouth open.
For, take it from me, Mrs. Hollister had
connected! Uh-huh! Not with any last fall
outfit, nor yesterdays. About day after
tomorrow's, I should call it.. And if there
want zip and scream to it, then I'm short
sighted in the eyes, My guess is that it's
mixture of the last word in Byzantine effects
with Cleopatra girdle and Martha Wash
ington polonaise. Anyway, if there amt
much above the waist line but gauze and
strips of fur, there's plenty of flare below, as
far as the ankles. Lucky she'd invested in
a gen 'rous fur-lined wrap to go with it, or
wouldn't have stirred step until we'd
draped her in rug or something. | amt
sayin' much about the feather affair clamped
around her head in place of a hat; only it
reminds me of an Indian war bonnet that's
been through hard blow.
well, Bayard," says she, foatin' up to us
wabbly on her ghheels, you see I'm ready"
"Ye-e-es," says Steele draggy. And while
I pushes the Major to the front almost by
main strength, ]. Bayard presents him.
AFTER that, though-say don't know
= when I've seen two parties indulge in
such long and earnest look at each other as
Major Ben and Mrs. Hollister did then.
While the Major flushes rosy and hardly has
a word to say for himself, he just naturally
CLUES his lamps to her and don't let EN- roam.
Believe me too, she was some giddy picture!
Want such bad locker, you know, in her
other rig; but in this zippy regalia-well, l
got to admit that she's some ripe pippin.
Her big brown eyes is sparklin', she's srnilin
coy as she looks TIE Ma jor up and down, and
the next thing we know blamed if she amt
cuddled right up to him and remarked kit
tenish:
4You dear man! I'm going to let you
take me out to the cab"
Well, that was the program from then on.
1t was the Major and Mrs. Hollister first,
with me and ]. Bayard trailin' on behind.
We'd had some debate beforehand as to
whether this should be dry dinner or not,
endin' by Steele announcin' he was goin' to
take a chance on Martins anyhow. Does
she shy at the appetizer? Say, she was
clinkin' glasses with the Major before J.
Bayard has chance to reach for his Same
way with the fizz that ]. B. has put in a
hurry order for.
Bored to death, amt she?" 1 remarks
behind my hand
And before the fil1et of sole was served the
Major had unlimbered his conversation
works, and that pair was havin' about the
chattiest time of any couple in the place,
with me and ]. Bayard stranded on the side
lines.
"Do you know, my dear Major" we hears
her announce about nine-fifteen, as she toys
with three-dollar portion of roast pheasant,
Il had no idea New York could be like this
Then there are the theaters, the opera.
believe l shall stay up for the rest of the
season.
@Good!' says the Major "I shall stay too"
Half an hour later, while he was shown
her how to burn brandy on her demitasse,
nudges Steele.
@Say," l whispers, ame for a spot where
amt formin' a crowd"
Steele takes hasty glance at em. d
I'm with you," says he.
What" says l. @Goin' to hand him over