Evening star., 1921-09-11

the doings (mostly charitable)} of
tA6rs. Samuel Bertheltn. her daughter;
Mrs. Harris, and her son David. re-
ferred to glowingly as -'the scion of
the wealth and, position of the late
lamented hnancter.na-
| Capacity for awe was not in
Mayme's independent soul. But she
was interested and sympathetic. Here
was career worth saving.
| Lets go over to the station house.
said she. II know some Of the cops"
| To the white building with the
/ green lanterns they went. The shop
lifting case. it appeared. had already
been bailed out. Furthermore, every
thing would be all right. and there
was little fear of publicity; the store
itself would see to that. Vastly re-
lieved and refreshed in spirit. David
Berthelin began to take stock Of his
companion with growing interest.
She was decidedly not pretty. Just
as decidedly she was quaint and
piquant and quite new to his jejune
but also somewhat bored experience.
From the opening passage Of their
the insight to discriminate between
honest frankness and immodesty. that
she was a "fly kid" On that theory
! he invited her to breakfast with him.
David was not very nice boy. But
he was very young and had never
hau OI q CuduCc. may IuS nc.
cepted. They went to Thorsen's Elite
Restaurant. on the corner, where
David reused mingled awe and mis-
igivings in the breast of Polyglot Elsa.
the cashier. by ordering champagne.
and Mayme reassured her by declin-
ing it.
THEN began an acQuaintanceship
which swiftly ripened into a
queer sort of intimacy, more than a
little disturbing to us Of Our Square
| who were interested in Mayme,
Young Berthelin's overornate road
! ster appeared in our quiet precincts
more often than appeared to Us
| suitable or safe, and black-eyed
Mayme. looking demure and q little
exalted, was whirled away to un-
known worlds, always returning,
| however. at respectable hours.
| hoydenishly clad Mayme Of the cash
! department. and, having been pro-
NOTED to saleswoman. quite went In
| for Dress On this point she sought
the advice of the Bonnie Lassie. The
result went far to justify my
prophecy that Mayme's queer little
| trouble in an impressionable world.
If Little Mayme were headed for
! trouble, she went to meet 1t with
| smiling face. To me was deputet1
I! the unwelcome task Of conveying
i the solemn and. as it were. oMcial
/ or course I did it at the worst pos
sible moment. 1t was early one
morning when Mayme. on her bench.
was looking q little hollow-eyed
and disillusioned. essayed the
light and jocular approach to the
subject: Well; Mayme. how ID the
She turned to me with the old
flash in her big, shadowed eyes:
Did you say swain or swine
"Ah" said I. Has he changed
"He-he wanted me to take trip
! Have you told the Little Red
"Doed kill him." said Mayme
What better reason for tellingr'
"oh. the poor kid; he don't know
| any better"
| that you know better. after this
! than to have anything moro to do
Wy "Yep. I've cut him out" replied
Doc were right. It's no good. his
| Doc wree right. It's no good, his
Kind Of game. Not for girls like me-
my dear. dear. i ! M mutmursd, 1nn Ssld " nope
"He's 80 pretty" said Mayme Nc
So he was. now that came to
think Of it. with his clear. dark
color, his wavy hair. his languishing
brown eyes. his almost siriishly