Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-08-25


Mercy! Mrs. Thompson Bellaire the
college boys giddy godmether." LIlas
Knocked. I suppose she's out slum-
ming, with her kindergarten Glass
Slosson frowned at this levity. "Win
You go?" he inquired. YES or nos"
"Um-m-Tn have to say yes. 1t
seems"
Good I'll phone Bergman"
When the press agent had gone I.llas
REGARDED her companion with open
compassion. Gee. But you're going
10 have a grand time. That bunch
thinks its smart to be seen with show
peA2le, ana Of course they'll dance all
night"
And I did SO want to so STRAIGHT
back to my new home" When she
joined her employer after the show she
was IN no very agreeable frame OF
mind.
Mrs. Thompson-Bellaire was a yer
milion-haired widow with a chest ike
a blacksmith, who had become famous
for her jewels and her social eccen-
tricities. She and her party were es-
tab.ished Mt one OF the uptown "Tru+
torres" when Nobel Bergman and 10.
relief arrived. Three examples 90
blusling boyhood devoted themselves
10 a languid blonde girl OF thirty.tive.
and the hostess herself was dancing
sSzsh another tender youth. but she
came forward. painting.
so good Of You 70 come, dear" she
cried. This is Miss wyeth. and these
are my boys. Mr." She spoke four
meaningless names. and four mean.
ingless smiles responded. four wet
| combed heads were bowed. She turned
{" her blonde companion, saying "She
is pretty. isn't she, ALICE,
Very" Alice agreed. without remov-
hag her eyes from the youth at her left.
Bergman invited Lorele To finish the
dance; then he inquired, what do you
think of herr"
Her hair fascinates me; she Jocks
as If she had just burst out Of a thlcket
of henna leaves" Bergman laughed.
silently But why did she invite me|"
u told her to"
"You?"
Il knew you'd refuse If l asked
you"
500 Then I'm really your guest in.
stead of hers"
wen leave whenever you say"
Throughout the rest Of the dance
Ioreei was silent. offended ut Berg
mans deception and uncomfortable at
her own situation; but the hostess had
ordered a supper Of the unsatisfactory
kind usual in such places; little as she
liked the prospect. she could not leave
at once.
The meal was interrupted regularly
each time the music played. for dane
ing was more than fad in this set
II was serious business with which
nothing was allowed to interfere
There was considerable drinking
| Bergman. who devoted himself assidu
! ously 10 hie employee, showing more
effect from it than the others. As the
night wore on he became more and
more offensive; be grew coarse I'm
sly. tentative manner, as If feeling his
ground He changed the manner of
his dancing. also, until Lorelei could
no longer tolerate him.
Getting tired my dear?" he queried.
when she declined to join the whirling
throng
YES I want TO go"
"Still on Amsterdam avenue"
''No. Pm living alOne-now."
Bergman started, his eyes bright
cned "Ah, Then you've come to your
senses finally. Merkle fixed Itch? I
can DO move fcr You than Merkle can"
"AIerkle?' She eyed him coolly.
"Oh. play your game with strangers,
but don't put me or Weren't You
caught with him at the Chateaul Well.
then"
You needn't finish, I'm going home
now"
He laid n OBTAINING hand upon her
arm. You never learned that speech
in one OF my shows" he said, land
you're not going to say good night to
me. Understands" He grlnned at her
with disgusting confidence, and she
flung off his touch The returning
dancers offered welcome diversion.
Iorelci dreaded an open clash with
the manager knowing that the place,
the hour and the conditions We're III
suited to a scene She had learned
10 smile and to consider swiftly, to
cross the thin lee OF an embarrassing
situation with light steps. Quickly
| she turned 10 Mrs. Thompson Bellaire.
who was bowling effuslvely TO a new
conner
my word, What is Bob Wharton
doing heref" exclaimed the widow
Bob Wharton. where: Miss Wy
eth's languor vanished electrically she
wrenched her attention from the wire
haired fraternity man at her side 10
releI felt n sense Of great thanksgiving.
Mrs. Thompson Be.laire beckoued.