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

tinue to enumerate her points of
interest. She had-to continue
golden brown hair and a tragedy-a
bitter tragedy-over which she BROOD
ed while she sorted her papers. What
was it? Let US take a sample day
from her life.
AT o'clock she arrives at the
stand for the day. The first half
hour is spent hanging the forty-seven
beauties where they will look their
beautifulest. AS she works. Sally
frequently notes that the eye of the
Chesterfield at the hotel desk is
turned her way. 1t is dreamy, is the
eye, for it is gazing fondly upon the
gay girl in the blue hat, who dec
crates the cover of a well known
sheet. Now the lips of the clerk
may be seen to move, though no sound
issues forth. Sally understandable
has just made a very pretty speech
to the girl in the blue hat.
About 9 the boy from the news
agency sleep-walks into view with
an armful of the latest magazines.
He lays them before Sally, a far
away look in his eyes. In plain view
is the cause of his trance-a new
cover and new girl to replace one
of the forty-seven. Lovely? She has
the boy from the news agency walk
ing on air.
Say" remarks Sally. a trif1e cross
ly. there's only twenty here. You
know my orders twenty-five"
ooh! excuse me-" murmurs the boy.
His voice is tender. He is not talk
ing to Sally at all.
Through the bright lobby, the brown
of his suit clashing merrily with the
green of the property palms, comes a
sprightly drummer after his morn
ing paper. He is on the point of
on blonde beyond.
by Jove-she's beauty" says
the drummer.
Baby face" sneers Sally Don't
be hard on her. Remember the trag-
edy.
Baby face or no, the drummer buys
the magazine. He goes away, with
the wrong newspaper. and the blonde
clutched tightly to his heart.
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porter on an evening newspaper,
drops in to study the hotel register,
banter with the clerk and glance at
the newest magazines. Sally likes
him. He is gay, witty, hopeful, and
has a way with him. He might like
Sally, too, but
Say" Henry Reeves points. "Are
they going to wear hats like that
this year, Sally?"
Sally mods her head
II guess 3d." she says, listlessly.
That's good" he enthuses. She's
a peach. isn't she? If she wants some
one to pay her mi.liners bills she
may draw on my little weekly wage"
May she?" murmurs Sally.
Why go further? Sally's tragedy Is
revealed. Amid the forty-seven she
might as we'll have been figure of
wax. No one ever noticed her. Too
fair. too spectacular. were her forty
seven rivals. She was simply the
least of these.
small tragedy? Does it seem so to
you? Then know that the girl at the
hat stand boosted three rivals for her
hand. that the girl at the telegraph
counter was engaged to a bank clerk.
and that these two smiled in superior
fashion at Sally the outdistanced.
Small? Bernhard has acted few
larger.
One autumn day found a handsome
young man. accompanied by two suit
cases and a hat box, registering at
the desk of the Porcelain. His coat
rolled low; his vest surged high; his
knit tie was of superior weave. AL
together he appeared to be of the
east easty-a region which was
sneered at as effete in that part of the
middle west where stood the Porcel-
liam. but whose natives were never
theless studied and aped after they
passed by. Sally, from the news
stand. watched the young man with
interest. Her heart f1uttered family.
Let not your heart flutter in accord.
fair reader. After his name the young
man wrote Westminster, L. L." but
the L. I. stood for Long Island, not
Love Interest.
When the young man paused at
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