Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-08-15

And that Miss ossood from Atlanta?
These two desperate affairs both in
the discards, are they?"
absolutely" says Ham.
And Edith is the best bet on the
card now, eh?'' | suggests.
She's the only girl. Torchy." says
he It's not only her looks. you
| know. hut she's such a clever. keen
wltted young person. Talks the Ian
suage. and all that. Besides, she seems
to understand me. She has a soul, If
you know what l mean. Likes poetry
and"
"Ye-e-es." says 1. draggy. II think
| l get the idea. But you'll excuse me,
Ham. I've got to look up a chap in
the smoker: Just remembered.
Honest. ! believe he'd made me
sea sick If Id let him fill my ear full
of that stuff much longer. Say, how
do they get that way?
AND as it happens had chance
/ &c size up this wonderful young party
mat evenin', for the Robert Ellinses
| drove over, bringin' Miss Candy
along. Nice enough girl. too; good
| OF snappy chat, but no such allurin'
siren as Ham had described. In fact,
she strikes me as kind of a sensible,
levei-headed young woman who
| would probably fall hard for some
male of the species when the right
wouldn't be practicin' vamp tactics
| on everything that wore suspenders.
Anyway, she got in right with Wee
and me by not bein' afraid of Buddy.
the Airedale pup that insists on
sreetin' all guests boisterous. and by
the baby. So when Mrs. Robert asks
us over to dinner for the fo.lowin'
right we accept with pleasure.
| And as is generally the case at the
Eiiinses. we had a perfectly good
little dinner party. with no fancy
comfortable. Mrs. Candy turns out
TO be quite live wire herself, with
a lot OF good yarns and some funny
anecdotes about her colored butler
who haG been working as porter on a
Pullman.
I'd noticed that there was an extra
plate set and an empty chair at the
table, and maybe I'd sort Of wondered
why. but 1 hadn't asked any ques-
tons. No. I'm better trained than
that. Uh-huh! l may do more or
Jess gawpin' around when I'm away
from home, but I don't bust right
out with the foolish queries any more.
! just let things ride until l can get
Wee or somebody off side. But when
Mrs. Candy glances at the waitin'
chair as we're about half through din
ner and begins apologizin' because
! L d
tfat there's still another member of
the Candy family l hadn't heard
about.
| II am certainly ashamed of Philip"
says she. Il can't imagine what he's
doing"
:e0 sass s sGRs y1 %han iou saoa
ness you haven't that kind Of an
Imagination. And you know that
missing q meal or so Is the easiest
thing he does. Pm sure l was never
spoiled like that"
fault" puts in Mrs. Robert. He
striped roadster Of his, didn't hep
| I'm that case" says Mr.. Robert,
che will be lucky il he gets back by
midnight. Harry never carries a
spare casing and his car is an an
tique: one that De Palma drove in
the first Vanderbilt. cup race. I be-
! lieve. Probably they are hung up
| somewhere along the road between
here and Southampton trying to wire
| the carburetor in place, or start the
machine with the clutch frozen in
high. But l shouldn't worry, Mrs.
| Candy"
| oh, I stopped worrying about
Philip long ago." says mother. IF
| hadn't 1 should have time for little
| else"
So when 1 hears the front door bang
and somebody rush upstairs and down
young wretch with broad shoulders
| and a square chin. And then in
drifts this slim, white-faced youth of
about half past fifteen, with the tired
eyes and the bored expression.
why, Philip! says Mrs. Candy,
shakin' her finger at him playful.
| Late again. you naughty boy"
Lay off that nursery stun. can't you:
Any one would think l was a kid to
A., hear you naughty-boy me-"
"But where have you been all this
timer" insists mother.
"Oh, just out with the fellows"
says Philip.
81 hope you haven't been playing
craps again." says Mrs. Candy.
wouldn't it be awful if I had?"
says Philip. mo, never mind the soup
and fish. Mrs. Ellins. I'll just crash
in wherever you are on the menu.
Mind if 1 have cigarette flrst?"
Yes. Philip is some hot young sport.
collar and the coat with the slit
pockets and the thin platinum watch
chain draped across his vest. One of
the kind who has been brought up
in an apartment hotel, is my guess
You know the brand. maybe. They
get their trainin' from snubbin' head
walters and tellin' the room clerk
ucts Of home life in q tenth floor
suite: that is. II you don't have to
live with 'em constant. I grins across
at Wee and slips her the wink when
ever Philip makes any Of his cute
retorts to mother or sister.
But somehow it amt until we was
havin' coffee on the terrace and the
a.. unr
Curtis has arrived to see Miss Candy
that I starts wonderin'.
one side. How many of the Canbys
did you say there were"
Three" says Wee.
Besides Bub-Baby Brother. you
know" l insists.
says she. "why. Torchy? What's the
matter? Are you choking!
'Oh, goshi" says L Say. let's trickle
into the background and watch Ham.
Curtis IN make s.s,, his entry r' gong 10
tumad for this evenin' Romeo act.
dinner coat shiny pumps 'nevery.
thinR. and with that sappy smile OF
his all set. Also his arms are full Of
. dozen Of 'ern or more. With a little
rouge on his nose and some white
fur On his coat he'd passed for a Santa
Claus who'd got mixed in his dates.
why, hello. Ham" sings out Mr..
Robert. eyein' him pushed. Been
shopping or something"
"Not-not precisely" says Ham,
tintin' up in the ears. "Ah, good even
ing. Miss Candy. Awfully glad to see
,.ny rain. Hope I'm not too late Lit
lie chap hasn't been tucked away for
the night. has he?
II beg pardon?" says Miss Edith.