Evening star., 1921-11-06

way? But Brian Boru Blaney. his
feet set on Manhattan. was tortured
by no such doubts. He called a taxi
at tho Grand Central station. and
after tucking his baggage and his
Betsy safely inside, called command
the first shoe store on 5th avenue"
Betsy all but plunged herself head
long several times in passing win
dow displays of feminine attire, and
as they whirled by the emporium Of
J almost q sob in her voice: Brian
you've Just got to stop here!" But
her auburn-haired lord had his eyes
set sternly to the fore. They drew
up before a plate-glass window with
masculine footwear discreetly dis
played.
Nope" he announced to the smil.
similar to what got on. Gimme
something like Vince Astor kicks
they sold him a pair with taper
ing toes fiat soles and unostenta-
tious eye1ets. They cost him $18.
Score one" said Brian, making a
| mark on his cuff as he paid the bill
He wore the shoes out Of the shop
Now that I got rid o those hick
along 5th avenue. paying tho taxes
hero and there"
At the famous milliner's Betsy
chose q hat with very little on It,
but that tea we'll disposed. The bill
Score two" announced Brian. max
ing another mark on his cuff.
"What on earth are you doing,
Sugar?" asked his wife.
'Keepin' tab on New York. We've
been here half an hour and she's got
us SO bucks already.
n q
Hotel, a fabulous pile overlooking
Broadways busiest corner.
I'm tired already" said Betsy.
throwing herself on q gilded chaise-
longHe: 9sys =, , ,o,, .. . s,,r, IT.. ,,,. !.
remarked the Little Booster, II feel
like the King O. Persia-afraid to sit
down for fear some Of the gold leaf
IL stick to my pants" He walked
over to the window and looked down
ing below. II bet NJ York's got more
ticket spectators than San Bruno's
got population. Look! there's q lame
horse has just sat down In front of
milk wagon and tied up all the
rapid transit from hero to the Bronx.
Careless Dobbin!"
After lunch Brian complained of
his new shoes pinching, but he brave
ly kept his footing within their re-
sisting soles and plunged still fur
ther into the gulf of conventionality
by changing to suit Of quiet gray
Going far?" inquired Betsy Sleep
lily from her couch.
ITO 1874 Washington square," he
said. 'Tm going to present O'Malley's
letter to Dyckman Wynnkoop to see II
he's cheese or human. What to come
along?" -,
'No, you little old big foolish: I'm
not being introduced; I suppose we're
going somewhere tonight"
BET your fairy goloshes we're goin'
somewhere. AS soon as the ads begin
to light up along the Great White Way
restaurants. Tonisht's the big. wide
evening""
Brian fixed his hat at a. dangerous
angle in the midst Of dance figure
which ended in an ardent embrace Of
his girlish bride.
'Don't let any bunco man see you
while you're in that mood" she eau
toned. Remember. you're = hick in
About About 8 o'clock he came whistlInx
back, his face afrs with enthusiasm:
who was waiting. with the patience oi
an experienced wife. to be hooked up
"Who? Dycl<ie Chickencoop? Nope.
Say. Dyckie lives In q boy's-size brick
knocker. When banged the knob, out
shoots q Woodrow Wilson effect In
buffers. Not to ilum!' he says. When
I called him Charley. he snatched my
card away from me and slammed the
door SO quick he most pinched OF my
noce."
'sugar Boy. he probably sav you
were 8" y =, : :
"IIick? Yes.i But how did he know7
So hired an open taxi and sailed forth
to discover NJ York"
'What did you see?"
.sSaw the WoolWorth building. 4