Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-12-22

Dul yes, says MdudUlt MduIlSe
1T is her hour for luncheon. l will
see"
With that she calls up an assistant.
shoos me into back parlor and asks
me to wait moment, leavin' Crosby
out front with his mouth open.
And two minutes later in breeZes
the madame, leadin' Name Stribble by
the arm. The lady boss seems some
what peeved, too. Tell me-" she de-
mands, sis this the street dress which
you observed in the Window"
Hah t aayy very she one r fays perhaps
Marie Will explain to me later. For
the present, msier, leave you"
Sorry IL I've put you in bad, Miss
Stribble,' says /, as the madame sweeps
out.
tossn her eh an shel g ssys ov Ma% It,
And. anyway, was takfn' a chance"
so I noticed" says l. what was
the big idea. thought"
Just sizin' up the people who pass
havin' 'em stretch their necks at you
and thinkin you're just dummy. 1
got onto it one day while l was chang
in model. Course, it cuts into my
lunch time. and l have to sneak
dress out of stock, but it's kind of
fun"
Specially when you've got one
particular young gent coming to
watch regular, eh?" 1 suggests.
That seems to give her sort ct
jolt, and for second she stares at
me, bitin' her upper lip. 'Who do you
mean, now?" she asks.
He has chin dimple and his names
Crosby Rhodes" says I. you've put
the spell on him for fair, too. He's out
front. waiting to meet you"
to care. land yet when he was livin in
one of our apartments he passed me
every day without SEEM me at ALL"
"oh, ho!' says l. You took notice of
him, though, did you?" "a
Miss stribble pinks up at that. Eyes,
regular Teller, one Of the kind you could
site to. And when he'd almost step over
me without noticin'-well, I'll admit that
sort of hurt. l. expect that's why |
pail outfit and break in some place where
! could pick up. few tricks. After a
few stabs 1 landed here at the Maison.
l remember 1 had on saggy skirt and
a shirt waist that must have looked like
it had been improvised out of coffee
the door. But they did. For the first
six weeks, though, they kept me in the
workrooms. Then 1 got one of the girls
to help me evenings on black taft
feta; l saved up enough for two pairs
of silk stockin's, blew myself to some
pumps with four inch heels, and be-
gun carryin' vanity box, 1t worked.
Next thing I knew they had me down
on the main floor carryin' stock to
the models and now and then dis
had bunch / was gettin' easier to
look at, but you never can tell by,
the way women size you up. All they
see is the dress. And in the window
there / had chance to see whether
I was registerin with the men. That's
the whole tragic tale"
Leaving out Crosby Rhodes
That's so,' admits Name. and 1T
was some satisfaction, bringin hm
to life"
you've done more'n that" says ].
Hes one of these guys that wants
strong. Just now 1T seems to be
YOU"
"How inter-cstin'" says Name. Tell
me, what's his liner
"Airplane timber" says ]. Hes
oh" says she. "From one of these
little neutrality-suspicious.
"Headquarters in Seattle, I under
stand" says j. That's hardly on the
Tom show circuit"
Eyes. I guess I've heard Of the place."
says Name. But what's his PROPOSE
tion?"
"First off" says /, Crosby wants to
get acquainted. If he has any hymen
stuff up his sleeve, l expect you'd bet
ter hear that from him personally.
The question now Is, do you want to
meet him?"
"Oh, I dunno" says Name careless.
II guess I'll take a chance"
Then forget that vanishing act of
yours" says /. land III run him in
And honest, as slips out of the
Maison Noir and beats 1t for my lunch,
felt like I'd done days work. What
it would come to was by me. They
was off my hands. anyway.
That couldn't have been over week
ago. And here only yesterday Crosby
comes crashin' into the Corrugated
general offices, pounds me enthusiastic
on the back, and announces that I'm
the best friend he's got in the world.
"Meanin I expect" says /. THAT
Miss Stribble and you have been get
tim on?'
"Old man." says Crosby, his mild
blue eyes sparklin', she's wonderful
girl-wonderful! And within week
she's going to be Mrs. Crosby Rhodes.
We start for home just as soon as the
Maison Noir can turn out her trous-
seau; which is going to be some out
At. take it from me-"
l hope said something appropriate.
If / didn't 1 expect Crosby was too ex-
cited to notice. Also that night / car
ried home the bulletin to Wee.
"There!" says Wee. Il just knew, the
moment 1 saw her, that she wasn't at