Omaha daily bee., 1919-09-14

she graspsd Mrs. Wilson by the arm.
Can you imagine the temerity of it,
and Gabby testifes that her long
gloves were pure thread silk!
| Would she, turn? Almost-and at
that minute the great American pub
lie went "over the top and landed
on the stage pushing this way and
that until order was thing of the
rast and Mrs. Wilson's picture hat
was in danger OF total humiliation.
There was still hope. The train
would not leave for all hour and
Gabby could surely talk to her at
the station. She extricated herself
from the mass Of humanity just in
time to see the last machine whirl
down the street. A taxi, that ever
present help in time OF trouble.
Running a little marathon to hotel
nearby Gabby Topped inside huge
one and gasped Union station"
She settled her hat which lodged
over one eye, powdered her shiny
nose and burned little mental in
cense at the shrine OF the kind
Fates who might help her-if they
only would.
Not soul in sight at the depot!
Horrors, had they gone? Would
that awful old St. Peter who COL
lects the tickets and keeps inquisi-
tive mortals from the trains be there
to stop her? Gabby waited not to
see. She grasped her personality in
one hand and her last remnant Of
paper in the other and made a dash
through the gate and over the
tracks. There was Mr.. Wilson as
calm as you please, opening huge
boxes of flowers by the car window.
1t was only step inside. but one
look at eight grim, secret service
men and DR.. Grayson, the presi-
dents physician, were sufficient, for
they said as plainly as did the Bel
giaas you shall not pass"
Now. Gabby had no bombs in the
pockets Of her sweater and her only
ammunition would have been ques-
ton marks, but she might just as
we'll have been a rabid bolshevik
with long hair and red tie as far as
that sleeping vigilance committee
was concerned.
The first interview is not yet writ
ten. Gabby's pencil is broken and
her hopes crushed for she longed
for glimpse OF the real personality
of Mrs. Wilson. But there is a sill
yer CLINT even to the dark clouds
Of encouragement, for there were
side lights seen if not heard. A
mere man ostensibly took short
hand notes, but he sat at just the
right vantage point below the stage
to note that the first lady has very
pretty ankle, even to say limb. But
not SO the women, all they noticed
was twist in her drop stitch hose
and that probably hook was off
her gown and that diamond bar pin
covered this deficiency. Another
dug back into the past and even
boldly suggested that Mrs. Wilson
is not always supplied with dainty
ribbons for her camisole. but has
used common. vulgar safety pins to
provide the proper connecting link.
Mrs. Sam Burns, who was on duty
at the station canteen that eventful
morning was the fortunate person
who really conversed with this high
and mighty one. Mrs. Wilson told
Mrs. Burns of the station canteen
in Washington where she had dis
pensed doughnuts to the doughboys.
The president donated his private
entrance at the huge depot for the
canteen and it was one Of the finest
in the country. Mrs. Wilson was
tempted to visit our little eatery,
but she couldn't leave her husband
that long. she said, for he was all
eagerness to be off
Mr.. Dietz is disappointed man
because he could not persuade the
presidential party to stay at his cot
tage at Lake Manawa and have
nice little swim in xhe limpid wa
tiers, and Gabby really will never be
the same again. for a golden vision
has turned to brass.