Evening star., 1919-10-12
Wee Ties Something Loose

Thair net. or the plans and speci-
Sdcations for buildin' spiced layer
cake with only two eggs. Anyway, right
%ln the middle Of the hunt she cuts loose
I'M ith the staccato stuff. indicatin' sur
prise, ramorse, sudden grief and other
4 Emotions.
"Eh?" says l. as it woman eatin'
tnouse, or did you grab hatpin by the
Business end?"
n "Silly." says she. Look what I ran
across. Torchy." And she flips an en-
graved card at me.
a picks it on the fly, reads the neat
script on 1t, and then lunches my
1 shoulders. "Well. WE'LL" says I. "At
i.ome after September Is. 3Os West
4 Hundred and Umpty -Umpt street. How
hamilton. Porter Blake, anyway"
81 "Why. don't you remember" says
Wee. 1--WE sent them that darling urn
i Isl aped candy jar. That is Lucy Lee
4 nd her dear captain"
81 "Oh, Their she got him, did she:" says
III. II knew he was a goner when she
went after him so strong. And now I
seypect they're livin' happy ever after"
81 Maybe you don't remember my tellin'
ssyou about Lucy Lee, the Virginia but
sterfiy we took in over the week end
s5once and how l had to scratch around
one Saturday to find some male egg
4 from the bondroom, one of these buddin'
A John DIS who keeps an expense ac-
count and shudders every time he
passes a millinery store or thinks what
-
fare would set him back. And the
female being the more expensive of the
species, he has trained himself to be
4 sglrlproof. That's what he let's on to
inc beforehand, but inside of forty eight
minutes by the watch, or between hi.
first spoonful Of tomato soup and his
last sip of cafe noir. this Lucy Lee
party had him so dizzy in the head he
don't know whether he was gain into
\ her lovely eyes or being run down by
4 truck. Honest. some Of these babidolls
with high voltage lamps like that ought
! to be made to use DINNERS. For look.
\ Just as she got him all wound up in
the net, what does Lucy Lee do but
1 fit sudden off to the Berkshires, where
{ noble young s. o. S. captain has just
come back from, the war. and the next
( we know they're engaged, while in the
bondroom of the Corrugated Trust is
ere more broken heart, or what passes
I for the same among them young hicks.
And now here is Lucy Lee. fiaggin'
as young Mrs. Blake, livin' right in
4 the same town with him.
How stupid of me to forget" says
Wee. 1--WE must run in and call on
them right away, Torchy."
4 "We?" says I. "Ah, come"
"Weu have dinner first at that
cute little Cafe Bretone you've been
telling me about" says Wee, land go
up to see the Blakes afterwards"
Yes, that was the program we fol-
lowed. And without the aid of a
guide we located this Umpty umpt
/ street. The number is about half
way down the block that runs from
/ upper Broadway to Riverside Drive.
It's one Of the narrow streets. you
know, and the scenery is just as
cheerful as a section of the Hudson
! River tube on a foggy night. Moth
! ing but seven-story apartment build
! ings on either side; human hives,
I where the only thing that can be
raised is the rent, which the land
lord attends to every quarter
Having lived out in the near-coun-
try for couple of years, I'd most
forgotten what ugly. gloomy bar
4 racks these big apartment buildings
were. Say, if they built state prisons
4 like that, with no more sun or air
in the cells, thered be an awful
4 howl. But the Rosenheimers and the
Max Blums and the Gillottis can run
up jerry-built blocks with Sx10 bed
rooms openin' on narrow airshafts;
, and hvin' rooms where you need
couple of lights burnin' on sunny
days, and nobody says word except
! to beg the agent to let 'em pay $50
!. a month or so for five rooms and
bath. I can feel Wee give a sh'M-
der ats we dives into the tunnel.
But really" says she, Il suppose
] it must be very nice, only half a
block from the drive. and with such
an imposing entrance"
]. Sure says l. Just as cozy as
being tucked away IN a safety de-
posit vault every night. That's what
IL ~rNyn nv,-