Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-09-26

shoulders. If you will pin me down,
says She, Il came to gather material.
| Not dress goods?" says l.
No" says she. "FictioEs I'm a nov
ellst. At least. l hope l an Anyway
+! nave written some short Etories tina
have been published in one of tn,
magazines. Perhaps you've read som,
OF them-about Corrinne, the COW
girl"'
Must have missed EN-" says I
But you wasn't looking for thai
wild and woolly stun here, were you?'
I'm bringing Corrinne east. yol
| see,' says she. That is, I am writing
novel about her in which she is te
marry very rich New Yorker and
! live in a wonderful home like this
among the-the idle rich"
"EhT says I. The idle rich?"
The kind of people Robert Cham
, bers writes about in his books, you
| know" says Lucille. THE sort that
say and do such weird and eccentric
and-and naughty things. OF course
| l didn't know any such persons, but
| had heard of Mrs. Oakley Jones. and
l found out where Dunmore Hall was
an so II came. 1 had read about
such people being guarded by detec-
tives. but l thought il 1 just held my
head up and was bold enough they
wouldn't notice me. l hadn't thought
though"
Il suppose you'll put me in now
says I, red hair and all?"
Miss Blodgett smiles uneasy. you
haven't said what you were going to
do to me yet" says she. Send me
home, / suppose; or will you try to
put me in jail?"
(which is nearer" says I. GRIMM.
why" says she, Il live in Sioux
City"
i've met folks from there, though.
Know Jack Lyons, do you?"
NO says she. And probably ]
wouldn't know any of the people
there that you might have met. You
see, Dads "a labor union official
He's an organizer"
"Ohr' says l. Pulls off strikes.
eh?"
Some times," says Lucille. He goes
around and makes speeches to the
miners"
Lucille mods. He really doesn't
know much about them. except what
That's why I wanted to see for my
self. And I've been here only such a
little time. l wish didn't have to be
sent away now"
ut might be ixed." says l. That
is. if you'd do your part"
my part?" she echoes.
Haven't you any speciality says l,
ANY stunt that you do that might be
entertainin'?"
Why" says she. nothing but bron-
cho riding and a little trick rope
.hrowingg that I learned summers up
wild West actsr" says l. Fine.
Say. Lucille. I think we can use you
right away And get you right in with
these idle richers. Are you game?"
I've travelled nearly two thousand
miles for that particular purpose"
that's reasonable. I haven't rope.
though, nor any sort of riding cos
tune"
Maybe we can dig UP something
of the sort" says l. You stick
around while !! have talk with Mrs
So it amt half an hour before I'm
hunting up the lady with a full re-
port.
Really" says Mrs. Oakley Jones.
"A lady novelist who means to rob-
bert-chambers US? How utterly de-
into performing? You inspired young
person! OF course we can fit her out.
My dear brother once made a collec-
ton of cowboy things; saddles. horse
hair lariats, ilver-mounted brides
and so on. It's all stored in one of
the attic rooms, just as he left 1t.
poor boy. And there are two or three
bronchos around the place somewhere.
The assistant superintendent rides
them. Bring on Your Miss Blodgett.
Down on the golf course would be a
good place for the event. wouldn't it?
will announce it for half an hour
from now and have an audience ready.
If she can do anything worth while I
shall ask her to stay until Monday
with u.s."
She's some hustler. Mrs. Oakley
Jones is. Almost before Lucille Blod-
gett had time to make half q dozen
more notes she was being lowed to a
room where a couple of maids helped
her shed her Sioux City costume and
climb into a fringed buckskin shirt.
riding brooches and woolly chaps. and
she'd picked out quirt and a raw
hide rope that suited her. And while