Evening star., 1921-06-12

can be made without using a code.
But somehow she manages to get
things going.
Even here, when we're spending a
few workless and jobless days at
Miss Wellby's boarding house. And
when We first came to this prunery,
YOU know, Inez acted just as much
at home as if she was a young ele-
phant lately imported from the jun
gle. OF course. she didn't sway rest
less and flap her ears. Inez hasn't
that kind of ears. But for a weeh
she hardly took her eyes of hel
plate during meals and I couldn't
get a word out of her when any one
else was in the dining room. She
seemed to lapse into a rigid, wooder
state, almost as lifelike as a dress
model in a show window. I under.
stood. Part of that was due to hel
Swedish disposition and the rest wa:
her backwoods bringing up.
BY degrees, though. she got sc
that she would stare around eau
tious. until she saw some one look
ing her way, and when she foune
it was quite possible to size 'em VI
without personal injury she rolled
her eyes quite a lot.
what's your verdict on Miss Well
by's collection of home more-or-less
sapiens?''
Hey" says Inez. blinking suspi'
ciouS at me.
what do you think of the bunchr
prompt En-
-oh. no moro so than the usua.
run says They're strangeIs
them. too. you know"
HUH" says Inez. unconvinced-
Fact" says 1. But they're get
ting used to US and don't gawp quite
as much as they did when We first
came. Some seem almost human.
high chest and the gray streak
through her front hair. She's been
nodding at me almost folksy. See!
She's smiling across at you now.
'Oh. yes-s-s"' says Inez. .almoet
returning the smile. Il kinda like
-She's a Mrs Marvin and has the
third floor 'front.'" says I. RUBY.
the waitress told me Then there's
the young lady vamp. who always
wears big foppy hat: the one over over
at the little table by the wall Ho"
Her no like" says 1nez STUCK
up"
4 + y
s<NyOT necessarily" says L Sec
~ ond floor hall bedroom. Comes
from some little town In Maryland
and is taking voice culture. Prooa-
bly, a village belle who hopes to
break into grand opera, Here's a
snappy young person just drifting IN.
Now how does he strike you. lnez:
-Fresh," says Inez.
~None fresher," says I. But you
don't expect a high-class automooiie
salesman to be shrinking V1oiet, 90
you? Ruby says he's a 1ree tipper.
TOO. and she ought to know. Her
favorite. @ though. seems to be the
other young chap at the same taoie
the one with the slick light halr ana
the smiling blue eyes. L notice sne
always serves him first .
Inez ventures a s'osEi5d sKinda nice,
saws She. whats he do? ~,.
Guess is that he's a clerk in a jew
elry store, fiat silver. department
Looks sort Of quiet and ad.s senmsai madams; anG
Veil have them marked and sent
Certainly. madame: .-
But Ruby says I've made a poor
guess. That's Mister Barry Piatt,
says she Writes Write ,p pieces is NICE ioe feie I
iar TOO Gives me tickets to shows
sometimes"
"There's your chance. 1nez," says l.
as RUBY goes out after two orders
of lamb stew for us. Put the speH
Of the Iron Range on him snow mn, MN
your dimples. Eh? Don't think you
can vamp him at this distance? Say
when he's so easy he gives theater
eases to an Afro-American brunette
from East 135th street, a real aen
blonde from Duluth like you ought 10
have a walk-away. 80.
But -Inez only ducks her neao anu
shippers. Maybe you get acquainted
with him first" she suggests
"If that's a def. watch me-. says l..
Somehow I had a hunch that this
Mrs Marvin was the one to get on
to know almost everybody in the din
ing room nodding familiar to the DIFF
ferent tables as she came and went,
and stopping here and there 1or
word So I didn't hesitate to spring
my smile on her next time she passed.
and before the week was out we were
real folksy.
knowing Mrs. Marvin was worth
while, too. 1t was almost as good as
taking the local paper in a small
town She could, and did. tell US
about nearly everybody IN
y
shet rattles on. Note the sort,of per-
son one usually finds running
boarding house Very wen connected.
/ am told; old Baltimore famlly-heI
father was a judge or something. Ano
there's quite q romance about her not
being married She was a beauty at
nineteen and became engaged to
Young man she met in washington.
some one connected with foreign
embassy. 1t turned out that he was
really Of royal blood and wasn't al,
10 wed to marry out Of his class Ana
a after an affair such as that-weli!
At which Mrs. Marvin spreads out ner
.Saturally,- Nat says I. IF one can't be
a princess one can at least be q lano-
"0h, that happened years later,
after she'd lost nearly al! her prop.
erty,- explains Mrs. Marvin: You've
noticed that sweet little Miss Polly
Powell. too. haven't you? The one in
Tho picture hat She has wonder
full voice. they say, but L 90 nope
II isn't so that she's thinking OF
going on at the Winter Garoen IN
fthe chorus. Wouldn't that be a
agreed that it would, not that I
1,eprndRed that particular choruS
somefhinE which would make it easy
10 listen to as we'll as easy to see, cut
a. seemed to De Ihe tnihS " soy.
also Mrs. Marvin told us that the
lame man with the very pink bald
head was Mr.. Campbell. a Scotch
cIerk in the linen department Of big
9Th avenue store, and that he was a
good deal of a crouch. but wrote
e,.ev Sunday to his old mother in
cessow and never read any other
ne%snaper than the Glasgow Herald,
,rhich came every Friday. She point
Va ont a dried-up little old lady who
wore a neck run and a big cameo
min and whispered that years ago sne
~, cO.regDOpdont IN q