Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-09-01
NC ONE FOR SALLY B.
OESNT that sound comfy
and restful. Torchy7" do.
mands Wee. wavin' the
pamphlet at me. "Snu8

pamphlet at me. ''Snu8
Harbor Innw
'Uh-huh." says I. The name listens
well enough"
"And then that about fresh vegeta-
bles from the inn garden" she goes
on, "and pure milk from the inn dairy.
Just what we want for baby. Let's
wire this 8. H. Pratt person that we
are coming"
TITS taking a sporting chance" says
]. "but at the worst 1 expect we can
stand a couple Of weeks Of It,"
That was along in August when I'd
pulled down an overdue leave Just as
Another hot spell was making Long
Island curl up and gasp. 80 I sent
tho wire. And before we had our
trunks packed here comes this reply
which sets Wee dancin' around ex-
cited.
what do you think. Torchyr" says
che. why it's Sally Pratt who is
managing Snug Harvor Inn. Good
0ia sa eith.r. ' says ina.1 Wbd it, i, .n.
Well. 1t seems Mrs. Pratt was some
important party She'd been one Of
the older girls at boardin' school
when vee was Just startin in; a bead
how girls ara. with the brushes they
get on each other. And to hear Wee
tell 1t you'd think Sally must have
been some kind Of super-female, al
most too good to be true. She'd been
hockey team. leader Of the mandolin
Ana the last Wees heard Of her she'd
been making almost as much Of a hit
land here she is running a summer
Vse. "what iuckr" - ~ ""
I wasn't 90 sure. Somehow this
highbrow career didn't strike me as
But for once knew enough to keep
my suspicious to myself, and Monday
night found tho four Of us. includin'
young Master Richard and his nurse.
boardin' tho Bar Harbor express. !
Out . section and . lower. but / had
EN-, all right.
We was Gettin' our hand baggage
slowed away. and preparin' to tuck
ourselves IN TOR the night when this
open up. on the Pullman conductor,
shes bunchy. xippy dressed party
Win 9rayish hair, snappy black eyes
ana no hesitation about Stain her
Tell mo. conductor" says she, do
you have only upper berths In the
east1 Or do you reserve all the low
ers Tor mon? Here have a party Of
eleven ladies besides myself, and all
.sorry. MADAM. s ayysr the conduc.
n tor; but you're lucky to get those to-
sRsallyw says she. "But tel, you
I simply cannot climb into. one Of
ta.I:. well. he's comet And !
girls. but I don't sec how I can en-
dure night In an upper"
Even Il Wee hadn't nVdged mo I ex-
the swap. for the bunch behind her
psct ! should have offered to make
OF havin' TO trail back in the heat to
a hotel. .0rateful7 nearly got hug
ged for II. And, Of course. her being
one oe the ohatty western kind. we
had hardly got past New Rochelle be-
announces that she's a temporary war
widow. hubby being q Doctor who
has volunteered for field hospital
work and IL over at the front being
bombed every moonlight night. Mark
Il suppose We look like a troupe
or something" she goes on. but
assure you we're not We are merely
Bluff CITY left-behinds. You under
o% tns ware Es. are S ssnnn IN sa
City. Wis.,
Wee and admits that we've had no
such luck.
what a pityi" says Mrs. Markley.
but then. you're young. And this
would be no time to visit us. A. the
boys say, the war has simply shot US
to pieces. The town. ! mean. Last
summer was bad enough. with so
many Of our young fellows in training
camps, but this season-well, it's
just chastity. that's all. Nothing but
service flags in sight. Really you
know the only men under forty we
have left are q few bald-headed
bachelors. two lame drug clerks. and
some wretched slackers who have
been outlawsd from society. Perhaps
you can imagine what our Wednesday
night dinner dances at the country
club are like"
Wee mods. sympathetic. "Dull. I'm
"Quite as lively ms an art exhibit
at O blind asylum" says Mrs. Mark
ley. mot that I cared a bit for my
self. but simply couldn't see all those
girls mope around for another sum-
mer: knitting socks that no one
could wear, or providing mothers Of
soldiers away from the Red Cross
tables. See here. girls said I, you
must get out OF this. You're not help
ing your brothers and swee hearts
who are over there. Not q bit. You
are writing them gloomy letters and
running your compilations. What you