The Washington herald., 1921-05-29

might perhaps have made her seem q more
serious person-had not remembered sud
denly that of course my stanisys could not
understand q word Of It
Ny seeming unconsciousness Of any in
congruity In the presencs at the Cabarss
6ondain Of respectable and respected Ohio
ans was. of course. elaborate enough, yet
watched furtiveiy the effect upon them. Mr..
Stanley, let me be honest. would. left to him.
self. have experienced some OF the thrills
which 30 through the ordinary middle-ased
American male at his nrst meeting with 20
called pleasure possibly vics. IN France.
thought the lid of his left eye trembIsd
almost as IL II would have winked at me-
Let me again be honest-hs exists in our
story. but he is not of It II Ia q story Of
his wife. God bless her. and, ever % little Of
me-and Of Miss Sunshine"
To the resort where had indueted her my
friend brought her innocent gayety. She
applauded the songs which she could net
understand. She urged = eisaret upon me-
She even let-a glass Of beer sit In amber
glory In front Of her and once took q sip
ing At . sunlit woodland pool She seemed
all crystal. yet somehow as watched her
wondered II there were not such . thing a.
. crystal mask which might make q face
look smiling while a heart was breaking in
its weareris breast.
II wonder" she said slowiy-ft was after
that amazing sip at her book which Of
these girls knew Jim
Perhaps none Of them answered after
. short for me slightly awkward. pause.
There may have been other singers then.
Probably a-weIl, . higher class when our
boys were here
Perhaps" she replied. And she looked
quietly at Ia crosse kathade. who had re-
turned to her commits poyaoeurs and her
cheap champagne. Monsieur Tic-Toc was
consuming a orenadine with two potlSs. 1t
was Miss Sunshine's turn to sing.
The footlights made the paint less tavdry.
Lit up the yellow hair with a glow almost Of
real gold On that wretched little stage the
theater again wrought its ancient miracle
and the remnants Of beauty appeared for an
instant in payment Of our paltry admission
fes. So
That's a pretty good looking girl. Amt
she, mother!" heard father murmur.
Yes" she answered. Pretty hair, amt
it?"
Her tone was cheerful yet II seemed to me
that the tranquil blue pools that were her
eyes were family rsfaed, as II breath OF air
had stirred them for a passing instant
thought I saw her hands clasped more
tightly together in her lap Do sound like
detective7 A kindly one. hope. Again
an odd unformulated premonition for q
second caught me. But the only action 1t
moved me to was the discardins my glass
Of thinnish beer and ordering what has for
80 long been inseniously known in France a.
m 0roo Amerioos.
Miss .sunshines song went fairly wen
That is to say half dozen people applauded.
including one Of the comnts voyaoesrs, who
was at once playfully slapped by the large
Aathilde for this attention to q fellow but
rival artist Esprst De oorpsi Hesnf
And then the blonde singer Tor blondined-
II you prefer accuracy of phrasins) stepped
little farther towards the footlights.
On chanson en- horneSy des A~ersoasnsi-
she announced. and then translated:
A song for honor to Americans.
xhsrS was something quaint and piquant