Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-08-10
AND SALLY


the forty-seyen, and told hersaf she
need make no apology She had no
smart hat. of course. but her gown was
neatly cut in new and pleasant fash
ion-simple but expensive. She studied
1t closely. To the last button IT met
with her approval
In happy mood, she began to decorate
the outside of her stand with the pic
tured version of her beauty. she ga"
the bell boys paralyzed where they
Stood She saw the naughty clerk leave
his habitat and move toward her.
Sally" he cried, on tip-toe pelore
tie magazine. 'it's YOU"
Who'd you think it VAST" asked
Sally, Gillian Russell?"
Charming" breathed the clerk.
Then, suddenly: sally, we've never
really got acquainted"
perhaps not
Its about time, isn't It? What do
you say-some time soon-dinner ana
the theatere Bill Packard's show win
be here Thursday night. know MIN
well--promised him I'd attend. What
dc you say, Sally?"
"You're awful kind Sally told hir'.
mot at ,all.-not at ALL" he replied,
feeling of his purple cravat and smirk-
ing his society smirk at Saily-on the
cover.
That morning guest at the hotels-
who had got good look at the cover
deliberately walked over to the flower
counter and came back with dozen
carnations-for Sally. drummer IN
the haberdashery line told her she re-
minded him strongly OF the girl VINO
Won the beauty contest conducted by
newspaper in his home town OF Omaha.
A college sophomore urged candy upon
her-swcets to the sweet, he TESTED In
his fromidiocy.
Even the hotel manager, hearing OF
sally's fame from afar. came to gaze
at the cover and to compliment her on
her accomplishment. She who had
rever been noticed before found that
now the hotel noticed little else. And
life seemed sweet.
Henry Reeves catered the hotel with
his usual fiippancy- that day. but he
stood quite overwhelmed before the
vision Of Sally the-co Happily
she watched his eyes, noted his unusual
silence, realized that he came back fire.
auently as though to make sure OF
something re could scarcely credit. She
wondered and she hoped
OF all those who came TO her counter
en- that first day of her celebrity. only
one failed to note and comment on her
picture. He bought copy-or rather,
theo oopy-of tire Weekly Bulletin of the
sociological society.
The rest enthused. To the far corners
of the kitchen the story spread, and
cooks marveled-to the upper floor it
galloped, and chambermaids stood
aghast. Sally was a parsonage. The
forty seven-bah They still smiled.
hut theirs were wan, forced smiles, and
every one, in whatever color she was
painted, was none the less decidedly
green.
In the days that followed Sally wore
her carnations, sat beside tie sartorially
perfect clerk at the theater, and ac-
copied smilingly the many other sweets
of victory. And yet-something was
whong. She did not know just what, but
some great cSScutldi was ioShiH6. ~
was not until one thrilling, bitter-sweet
night about week after fame overlook
her that Sally awoke to sense of what
II was.
Henry Reeves. whom she had liked
so greatly, came up to her stand at
a quiet hour with look of grave de-
termination on his face.
sally" he said. his eyes on the
nearest picture of that young lady. II
want to talk to you--seriously."
Sally started. but concealed the start
under cloak Of f1ippancy.
want to interview me for the pa
per?" she asked.
No" Mr.. Reeves still gazed en-
raptured at the cover Sally adorned.
I'm interviewing you for myself.
Sally-rve known you long time
sort of-but l suppose what I've got
to say to you will be a surprise. just
the same. You haven't dreamed-of
course-have you? Sally-Tm in love-
in love with you. l only realized it
lately. l want you to marry me-"
SallN's heart was beating like the
presses underneath the newspaper
office where MIR. Reeves should have
been at that moment.
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