Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-06-09


Mrs Hallock Craggs. Mrs. CraSgs
had, by foot ball tactics and general
social rough housing. pushed her way
to the outer rim of the exclusive cir
Gle since Hallogg Craggs. the success
full Wall street bandit, had made his
millions. There she seemed to stick.
When Mrs. Hallock Craggs heard of
the Libertines. she turned green with
envy. but the green did not show,
because her face was enameled. She
went home and had Mysteries for five
hours. She knew her case was hope
less. for she could not write anything
except checks. Hallock Craggs for
his financial sins deserved all the
misery possible. but Mrs. Craggs made
life so miserable for MIN he thought
Of a divorce.
Sweet tempered, good natured Lady
Barr-Toskins had thus. in trying to
do Jane Hultz a good turn. made four
lives miserable: those of Mr.. and
MRS. Hallock Craggs. Tennyson Chubb
and sweet faced Miss Darty. For
Tennyson Chubb did bend and break
under the strain of the popularity of
Toskins' act. He deserted his pen and
his room at Mrs. Winners and took
to drink to quiet his worries. One
night very late he came home to the
boarding house dripping wet with
ram and threw himself on his bed.
50 hSAt HoEHliS ne was Oellr1OUS.
physician was called and said he
must not be moved
Jabez Bunker. going up the stairs
OF the boarding house one evening.
almost stumbled over Miss Darty in
the darkness that enveloped the hall
IN 'front.' OF the door of Tennyson
Chubb's bedroom. He heard her soft
sobs In time to avoid stepping on her,
ana dear old man that he was, he
Patted her gently on the shoulder as
ne passed. He had long since guessed
Cow it was with her: every one in
the boarding house had guessed. He
entered his room.
MA" he saidg that Miss Darty is
a cryin' her heart out outside that
poets door on the ladin'. Ma, | amt
got no use for poets"
NOW. pa" said Mrs. Bunker, you
hadn't ought to say that, when nice
Iaa,es like Mrs; Todd-Chelmley and
hadn't ought to say it about Mr..
chubb. neither. What kind of work
could poet do. I'd like for you to
She rolled into a loose ball the sock
sne was knitting and stuck her knit
ting needles through it.
I'm goin' out and see il I can't coax
mat Miss Darty to come in and cry
comfortable on my bed" she said, and
out she went.
Miss Darty was still huddled down
by MT Chubb's door. but she listened
10 MRS; Bunker's suggestion with
Yes. I'll come" she said. but
won't cry any more tonight. I'll be
brave. He's asleep now"
When they reached the light, which
was at the other end of the hall. Mrs.
In her hands a blank book. one of
the sort used by stenosraphers for
holding their notes. and that she had
pencil stuck in her hair. The
warmth and light of the room and
the kindly smiles of Mr.. and Mrs.
Bunker. with kindly guile. asked her
about her work. seeking to draw her
thoughts away from Mr.. Chubb, and
position.
And it's a nice job for another
reason.' she said. because there's a
dandy restaurant right in the build
ine-cheap. too My chum and l eat
there every noon together. Alice, her
name is-Alice Bates-she's on the
floor above me. but she comes down at
noon to do her hair in the lavatorv on
10 lunch together. She works for
Mr.. Crages. Maybe you've heard of
him.Mr. Hallock Cragss. the sardine
oil king"
Not two months before this Mr.. Pom.
ker had successfully buncoed Mr.. Hal
lock Craggs. Now be scratched his
little goatee and said:
Seems like his name was sort of
familiar to me, somehow"
faint his, ! reckon. Jabe@" said
Mrs Bunker. although maybe his
name is familiar to you somehow. 1
guess you've heard me talk about
Mis- Craggs-about how she snubbed
me up. down to the relief-rooms.
Yes. yes said .Jabez
"Oh. Mrs. Craggs." said Miss Darty.
Il guess l know about her! She's a
Tartar. You ought to hear some of
the things Alice says about her! They
say Hallock Craggs is n regular ROB-
Der, but If he is. he's getting his run
ishment. Alice says Mrs. Craggs
drives him almost crazy. Did you
ever hear about those Libertines-thc
ladies that write vers libre and have
y little society all their own? Well
Alice says Mrs. Craggs is crazy be-
cause she can't be one of them
"If she's -ea1 r-nzv," rhuckled NJ
right to write something like that
Violet Trenches poetry MIR. Chubb read
out tn VS. toth"~ ni~ht -
"Weil. she's not down-and-out
crazy" said Miss Darty, 'or she
might"
1t was growing late now. and al
though Miss Darty hated to leave the
room of these good, hospitable old
people where the air seemed to radi-
ate honesty and kindness of heart,
she gathered UP her notebook and
arose. AS she looked at her notebook
her eyes filled with tears. Mrs. Bunk
er spoke a word of comforting i'm
port, and Miss Darty almost broke
down.