The Washington herald., 1916-06-11
7 P PES
BY SARA MOORE
SALVAGE.

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my way home stop into Heslys and
sing that mother-and-home song You
\ know there's never 50 much teary oevo-
ton TO mother ss can be cried about at
Hesly's-along toward two O'Clock in the
morning."
Well smiled the enraptured young
| man, your Mother Mscree' Soes get a
fellows goat-if he is about half 1T up"
The singer grinned at the doubtful
compliment
You can come for me he-e-or pick me
up at Healy's"
TN stick right here and wait for you"
said the young man. firmly. Some bet
ter-looking guy might come along in the
| interim. And I'm not taking any chances
on losing out tonight"
The girl placed her glass OF ginger ale
on the table with force that indicated eG-
asPeration. She even murmUred What's
the useT But the youth was telling the
waiter to order his car. too occupied 70
observe a vivid play Of expression that
slowly settled into one OF fUrtive srnuse-
ment. He was at that age when q man
sees nothing but beauty in a face, any
way
During the next hour the man watched
the cabaret bill with an expansive smile.
| Had he not persuaded the prettiest and
youngest Of the entertainers to let him
| drive her home-at three O'Clock in the
morning. His friends would be Jealous
Of his conquest. for the petite charrner
| had reputation for Ignoring all at
| tempts at acquaintance. He credited his
| success to his family nsme-perhsps q
| little TO his good looks. He almost purr-
ed with satisfaction and ordered another
drink
II disappointed him to have the s1rl
step into his car as II an expensive II
mousine and an impressive footnan ve-.
part OF her daily lot Because OF her
| youth and freshness he had hoped she
was as yet unused to the escort Of other
rich mems sons. He studied her face.
still brilliant with professional makeup,
as II 10 discover the exact extent Of her
night life experiences There were the
rouge and powder OF woridliness but
something, too, OF .virginsl simplicity
His uncertainty made him tinid about
reaching for her hand.
From his place at q table in Hesly's
ne waited and watched her move about
the gar1sh room as she sang As an
entertainer. she was no shouting v71l-
garian. Her voice WAS rich and sweet
ana tender, her Eirlish slInness had a
| halt shy appeal all the more srrestinE IN
an atmosphere where music. wine. food
and dancing made a background OF sen
sual pleasure.
Gee, you Iooked-'' he began
thickIy as he handed her into the waiting
motor.
Tell him to take US To-"
Her tone carried q chill and he sc-
cepted his cue somewhat pouttngly. She
was sitting straight. alert and a little
toward the edge OF the seat sun. he
liked girl who played the Irritation
game with anesse
It's all in the fun OF the chase" was
one OF his favorite plstitudes
they drew up not as he expected be-
iore one OF the apartments built to shell
] 70 E1
side street IN the Gramercy Park
neighborhood where the buildings seemed
TO be all garages or stables As he helped
I her TO the curb, he hastily noted that
most OF them had been converted into
dwellings and made picturesque with Old
iashioned shutters. loaded glass windows
and flower boxes. The Unpretentious.
two-story place they were about 20 en-
ter seemed dark and cs0rted and he
I hesitated. He had heard accut the badger
game and other forms Of blacllnsu. II
anything ike that happened II would be
good joke on nirn-ono that would make
a good story to tell the fellows He dis
missed the motor car and with a tr7Ie
adventuTer's swagger followed the SINGER
| into the black, bcxlike hall
Better give me your hand" whlspereS
the girl. and he let her lead him forward
Two steps 10 the right. Up. and turn
10 the right again-hve stairs this time
/ Now youn see the light"
He did. He found himself blinking IN q
room that seemed as large as the Hin
PodroTne. but pleasingly- furnished with
rugs and shaded lights and many friend
I 'y and loafy chairs. Away at one end
was a piano ana al another side was a
fireplace, both points cluttered with
groups Of laughing young people
See what Ma-y's dragged in" was the
greeting that first smote HIS dazed senses.
Ihe manager Of the ca baret had told
him her name was Bern!ce Deschaups
. A plump htte woman with twfnklin-
glasses steered him gently through a
maze on introduction. He gathered he
] fore Mary disappeared. that she was
Mary's aunt, but he had known her first
as famous artist who had painted his
mothers Portrait. The tailor-uade Young
woman who grasped his hand IN a manly
shake was the sculptor-coUsin who
worked in the studio and a limp little
| person in the biggest easy chair was A
sister, just home from her nightly grind
/ Of newspaper work
Mary came back-vithout a trace Of
make-ur-and clad IN q dress that made
| her resemble a country schoolteacher-
/ She devoted herself TO managing the
chatting dish No amount Of nanuevrtng
could invite even a glance, and he rnisA4-
nave thought himself forgotten but for
a naughty. fusstive sort Of flicker about
! the corner Of her mouth. He was self
possessed, even tslkstive. but he seemed
TO he holding his breath like q swimmer
waiting TO float from the depths to the
! top Of the water.
| About o'clock IN the morning. he said
! good night to the singer In the presence
/ Of THE assembled multitude. To a young
man who had come for supper and wine
/ for two. and encountered rarebit and
beer and maiden aunts, eight people may
be said to equal a multitude.
!
The tenth night that the stfu humble
youth had escorted Mary from what he
had come TO term gilded dens TO the
studio house he persuaded her TO sit for
moment on the dark landing. From
the studio above came the blare Of a
pbpnograph and the voice OF an aunt
giving directions about clearing the floor
/ for dance.
! We'll Il was this way" explained
Mary cornered. 7 knew that II you
\ KEEP on hanging around csbarets sooner
or later some ragtime singer would get
you and"
| You wanted to save me from an ad-
venturess by monopoliztng ne your