Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-12-22

establishments to take hcr TO dinner.
lie evades her.
CHAPTER H.
HATE won't fuss about it, Gertic. ] m
w the last one to fall out with my
help"
"Silcncc.
"Did--did Laidlaw order that trot-
tour model in plaid, GertE'
No, she's coming back tomorrow.
''Today's the day to land an order.
She says that pongce we made her
last spring never fit her slick enough
between the shoulders. felt like tell
ing ner we don't guarantee to fit tubs
You got to handle Gaidlaw right
Cert There'll be two trousseaux and
a ball in that family before June. The
pest way to lose q customer like Laid
law is to tell her what she ought to
wear instead OF what she wants to
wear
Handle her right wore rubber
gloves. Did | quiycr an cyclash when
she ordered that pink organdie and
/ didn't PhOnzic nearly double up when
| he took down the order? You want 70
see, her measurements. III get the
book and"
got to stay and 90 over the appoint
mcnts with phonzie.'
\ quick red flowed up and under the
rouged surface of Miss Dobrincr $
| checks.
"Oh--cycusc me
what"
"I--all right, I'm. going
She rcadmsted hcr hat. Il tiny winged
/ chariot OF pink straw and designed after
fashions nest epilcptic caprice, rodNed
her rngcd fingers into Il pair of but
81 l,I Ia erl.
the while staring past her slim rctlcr-
tion in the mirror and out to the
mauvc Colorcd swinging door.
Good night, Cert
Miss Dobriner barred her teeth on a
smile and closed her lips again before
she spoke.
Good -night-madam."
Then she went out. clicking the door
behind her. Through the mauve -coi f.
tick later entered Mr.. Alplronse Michel
son, spck. lightfootcd, slim.
"Charlcy's left with the black lace,
Madam"
1t was rs if Madam Moores suddenly
threw off the husk of the day. Fired,
phonzic?"
lie ran a hand across his silk hair
ond glanced about
Everybody gomez
Yes"
He reached for his hat and cane and
pair of untried gray gloves atop
them.
II sent the yellow taffeta out on a
G. o. d. That gold buckle she wanted
on the shoulder cost her just twenty
bucks more"
Good :"
He fitted on his hat carefully and
snapped his gloves across his palm.
We'll. I'm off, Madam"
She adjusted her hat in stimulation
of Indifference.
Like to come up to the fiat for sup
per and-and go over the books,
PhonzieE'
"Iluh ~
"There's plenty for two and--and
we could kind of go over things"
ooh, I'm running up these toe
often, sponging off you
''Spouging Like I'd ask you if
didn't want you ~
| been up there sponging off you
three times this week. Anyway, Pm
Don't l always just give you pot
luck?"
YES. but you'll think after while
that got you mixed up with my meaI
ticket"
A sensitive seepage of blood rushed
over Madam Moores's nervous face,
singing it,
"Of course, if you don't want tc
come ~
"Don't want to come A fellow
that g never had g, snap like your co2y
corner in his life. "
"Of course Tiff you got date will
one of-of the models or something.
II never said that, did II"
"Well. get that sponging idea ou
of your head. Phonzie. There's always
plenty for two in my cupboard. Likt
! SAYS the other night. what's the us'
being able to afford my little fiat if
can't get some pleasure out of it..
''It sure looks good to this hall
room Johnnie"
She gathered her gloves and he
black silk handbag,
''Then come. Phonzie," she said
'I'm going to take you home and he
throat might have been lined with fur
They went out together, locking tn
doors behind them and into an evening
as soft as silk and full of stars.
Along the wide uptown street tn
human tide flowed fast and as if thav
had set in. releasing it from the bond
age of winter. Girls IN lght wrap
and without hats loitered in the whit
q flare of drug store lights. Here an
there brown stoop bloomed with
c honrder or two. In front of Seligman'
, florist shop. which occupied the grount
t floor of Madam MOOres's dressmakin
. establishment. Alphonse Nicholson
=, naused for a moment in the flare o
D It's decorative show window and fieckc
: at his hatband with sheer untrie
+ handkerchief. >,
Come on, Phonzte.
e. Coming. Madam"
f Tn the uptown subway, bound for th
uptown fiat, he leaned to her with hi
small blond mustache raised in a smile
d "Where's the book MADAME"
=, Forget it," she replied, wlthou
Out of $3.50 cash, bit of black an
S gold brocade flung adroitly over tn
) Imitation hearth, cot masqueradin
under a Mexican afghan of many col
ors. canary in cage, potte
geranium, shallow chair with
threadbare headrest, lamp, rug,
o two burner gas stove, Madam Moore
7 had evolved a home.
. And why not? The Petit Triano
. was built that n queen might Their
a find rest from marble halls. The Bor
= ghcse women in thier palace live benin
:, drawn shades. but Italian peasants 81
@ in their low doorways and sing as the
= rock and Suckle
In Madam MOores's two flight u