Evening star., 1925-11-28
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRdCERELL.

Surely he could be none other tha n
| the King of F. street.
| He was topped with a stiff black
derby, and wore d little yellow nous
tache above red lips in sallow face
while the rest of him was enveloped
! in a light gray overcoat crossed With
large blue checks.
| All. 1t was coat.
1t was the sort one wears in
dreams. huge. incomprehensible. be.
meath which the sleep walker hides
guiltily in the nude. dreadIng the
| coming of yon distant pedestrian who
will snatch it away.
1t was u coat, indeed.
The King of r street stood with
his back against a shining shop win
dow. In which his superb bulk cast a
checkered shadow.
When the sergeant came along, the
King. half turning, affected to look
at art objects. He knew the sergeant,
and hated him. The sergeant had his
suspicious. but they had given him no
move on"
Obvious loafers only were To be
prodded into activity.
Casting a reluctant look at the semi
twisted King, the police officer strode
on in the direction of the candy shop
down the block, where the oglerS did
their ogling.
Move, on" roughly ordered the
sergeant, to some dapper. slick headed
youths. Move on"
Since the pretty boys had no money
| TO buy candy. they moved. Really
there was nothing else to do.
The King of r street. watching this
little drama OF late afternoon let
his lin (JIr1 In silent cnptep,nt
His bold look slanted sudden APP.
proval at passing girl. The King 5
eyes never seemed to look direct at
anything, but TO take in the world al
an angle. He was crooked by prin-
ciples.
The girl he looked AT wore a small
hat set down close over her bobbed
light hair. She was so slender that
the slightest wind threatened tn blow
her away. yet she possessed the in
definable something known as style.
Almost any sort of dress. thrown on
Mary Rogue. would look better than
the most elaborate gown draped upon
the average girl Her slenderness. in.
deed, was rather an asset than other.
wise. in the trend of fashion.
Although she had no figure. she
quite cut one every time she appeared
on r street. She looked good In any
old hat. any old dress. She could
take one of her small sisters cast off
hats and with a few touches To the
brim convert il into a smart chapeau.
Such was fragile, slight Mary
Rogue, tripping along + street in the
very late afternoon, mindinS her own
business as a good girl ought. Being
far from a prude. Mary never found il
necessary To keep her eyes strictly To
the front.
The joyousness Of life was hers,
and it was reflected in the bright
Glanches she threw from time 10 time
into the shop windows, at the passing
street ears and automobiles. at the
throngs on the sidewalks amid which
she passed as q silver stream into a
turgid river.
Other girls walked. Mary Rogue
tripped. Other maidens looked with
bright eyes, but Mary threw glances
that struck others as starry, gleam-
ing. composed Of more than mortal
light.
1t was one of these very looks she
was unfortunate enough to cast fun
into the face of the King Of r street
as he stood there gaping into space,
his cane held high for effect.
Poor little Mary Rogue never meant
a thing In the world by her bright
glance. but the King thought she did.
All. was he not a: ladykiller, as they
say?
Z When Mary felt that oily, crooked
look enfold her much as boa con
,trtctor mich1 something seemed 10