Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-12-23

BADGER game and other forms Of black
mail II ANYTHING like that happened
IL would he good joke on htnl-one
that would make good story to tel
the follows He dismissed the motor
car and with n true adNehturer
swagger followed the singer INTO 'he
black box-like hail..
'Eettor give me your hand Wits.
pered the girl. and he let her lead
him forward.
Two steps to the right up, and turn
to the right again-five stars TINS
time. Now you'll see the light
lie did. lie found himself blinkin%
i'm a room that seemed as large a 'ht
Hippodrome. but plcasingly furnished
with rugs and shaded lights and many
friendly and loafy chairs. Away at
one end was piano and at another
side was fireplace, both points
cluttered with groups of Laughing
yoS0g people.
"See what Marys dragged In was
the greeting that first smote his dazed
senses. The manager of the cabaret
had told him her name was Bernlce
Deschamps.
A plump little woman with twink
ling glasses steered him gently thru
a maze on Introduction. He gathered,
Mary's aunt. but he had known her
I FIRST as famous artist who had
painted his mothers portrait The
tailor made young woman who grasp
/ ed his hand in a manly shake was the
/ sculptor who worked in the
studio and limp little person In the
biggest easy chair was sister Just
home from her nightly grind Of news
/ paper work.
Mary came back--without trace of
make -up-and clad In n dress that
made her resemble country school
teacher. She devoted herself to man
aging the chatting dish. No amount OF
manuevring could invite even glance,
and he might have thot himself forgot
ten but for n naughty. fugitive sort
OF flicker about the corner of her
mouth. He was self-possessed, even
talkative. but he seemed to be holding
his breath like a 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 tho assembled multitude.
To a young man who had come for
supper and wine for two, and encount-
cred rarebit and beer and maiden
aunts eight people may be said to
tuNdi d Hlultltuue.
|
The tenth night that the still hum
bic youth had escorted Mary from
what he had come to term gilded dens
to the studio house he persuaded her
to sit for a moment on the dark land
ing. From the studio above came the
blare of a phonograph and the voica
of an aunt giving directions about
clearing the floor for a dance.
We'll, 1t was this way" explained
Mary cornered. 'T knew that II you
kept on hanging around cabarets
sooner or later some ragtime singer
would get you and
You wanted to save me from an ad
venturess by monopolizing me your
self"
"Of all the concelt! I wanted tc
show you that all that glitters ism
Bohemia. And that-all that is no.
Bohemia is not necessarily dull and
conventional. Besides, you were toe
expensive an investment to be wasted
on some chorus girl who'd probably
use double negatives and never wasf
behind her ears"
Expensive Investments"
Yes, | figured that you have cos
: your father on an average of $40
day since you were born. And-yol
ousnt 10 pay MIN better diViden
than-giving him a cabaret SINCE
for a daughter-in-law."
but I'm going to marry n cabare
singer" insisted the young man. slip
, ping an arm around her shoulders.
mo, you are going to marry a granC
opera queen" prophesied Mary "Pv,
mad enough cabaret experience to Civ,
me self-confidence in public. Mex
: fall | make my debut at the MetroDoli
tan. They are going to let me sin,
, Manon."