The Washington times., 1917-06-25

but outgrew It, came straight up from
the Union Station, magnificent stock
parasol. paper-alligator suit case and
all. to the old lodging house that she
had come to look upon a. her wash
ington home-Gnd found . crew of
wreckers to greet her to the bare
walls and floors Of 'Miz Casey's"-
which isn't the name but will do a.
we'll as another.
Fer the love nv Nike" she CAPPED.
as she deposited luggage upon the
sidewalk. and CAPPED at the scene of
ruin. IF they amt tearin' II down
tn whole darn row. Can yuh beat e. /?
But whadda they think I'm goin' TO
dot"
Take. Farewell Look.
Then she marched up the steps and
hailed the foremen OF the workmsn.
Say" she said. "LIssen. Do me .
favor. will yuh? Lemme go through
an look at tn oil shack again, will
yuh? Course, I'm glad they're tearin'
It down. Yeh. don't mean nuthin' to
NE. but I just thought I'd sortsr like
ter give It the o. o."
There was a look almost OF appeal
bit too vivid, they are also very per-
feet Cupid's bows. The foreman was
a man-and there weren't any rules
against It anyway-so In she went.
Slowly she walked UP the stairs.
looking at the torn, stained wallpaper,
tapping from the walls, the dents In
the bannisters, and the scars on the
floor. each q mute reminder Of some
event OF great world Of make believe.
She paused at the door OF the back
hall room on the third floor and look
ed in curiously. Her eyes Travelled
slowly around the room. but halted
suddenly as they came to q ysliowed
picture, clipped from some magazine.
still pasted on the wall. Slowly she
walked over to it.
Recalls Tragedy Of 1903.
Charlie LIE Blanc" she murmursd
as she scrutinized the queer looking
old likeness of a rather mawkish
youth In long coat. with tremendous
ly padded shoulders and ridicuously
peg-legged trousers. This must be
the room where she done It. No
body but Beth ever could have
thought enough Nv Charlie to paste
his FLETCHER up.
Let's see. that must've been way
back in 1906. Beth an me was in
the chorus-we was bunkin' terEeth-
er-an' Charlie was the Juvenile. I
never could understan' why Beth fell
fer I'm. She quit roomin'
with me after the fake weddin'-she
was straight all tn way through.
that kld-an' she was real happy till
we got here. Then she
found out I guess she was IyIn'
over there when she done It,
Poor kid. II was sublimate-she
fingered two or three days"
Hauzelle threw back her head, and
smiled a queer smile She hurried
out of the room. ....-...-.
We'll, whadda yer think?' she So
liloquized. as she peered into the
third floor front. "If this isn't where
I stayed when I had that speakin'
part. We played down to the Acad-
envy.
Those Were PaImy Days.
Il was flush them days. Paid four
bucks a week for this roomLhad Il
all to m self. There-riRht on that
winder sill Is where Buck Mccarthy
used to lay his cigarettes when he
come In ter chin with me. 1 TOLD
I'm he'd burn Il. And there's them
marks-an' poor Buck dead over in
France"
Hauzelle came to an abrupt pause
again as she stepped out into the hall,
and her gaze met a window from
which one pane was missing.
Well fer the love Nv Nike" she
AN they never mended
that. 1t must be goIn' on six years
since Champagne Ed, that darn fool
threw a bottle Nv nzz-
water outer there. He was a wild
un' all right. He'd always say 4
carry my welcome on muh hip when
he'd breeze around. He used TO stage
some parties here . till MIE
Casey barred him."
Again she came to a hall room.
Here's another place. 1 bunked,"
she said aloud. 81 wasn't in any
speakin' part then. My frst show. 1
was a burlesque broiler in them days.
Down to Kernan's. Gee, there's tn
old gas Jet where me an Doris used
ter cook hot dogs-when Nh Casey
wasn't aroun'."
And so she passed on, each scene
bringing back old memories Of laugh
ter or tears. At last she came back
to the front door.
"Ah. gee" she said to the fore
man, as she passed. "Soubrette Row
gone, tn town goin' dry. Well, tn
Y. W. c. AS still left