Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1925-09-27

artists had gone to it's fashioning.
As she struggled into the black
dress that she called her costume de
theater, Margie pointed out the three
new couch covers. the gorgeous Pill.
lows and the yellow paint on the
kitchen chairs, all making a sunny
drawing room in Mabers honor. A
kitchen table, that had received one
can of black paint, not merely
strengthened up the color scheme, but
symbolized a library.
Show her the combination buffers
pantry and bathroom" she urged,
and the three burner gas plate be-
hind the curtain. And tell her to
make herself at home"
While Mabel made herself at home
the girls described the crowd that
would dine at Carries Cellar. There
might be some one from the cast of
THE Whirlpool" And people in the
writing game, or the musical game,
or the producing game, dropped In.
The Corrupt Press. who was in the
newspaper game, knew them all.
You're going to love the Corrupt
Press" Margte said.
X y r Y
THE Corrupt Press did not, in the
manner of Herbie, call for them.
He had not reached Carries Cellar
In fact, when they invaded It's dim.
ness. Margie had time to draw her
attention to the frieze OF headless blue
horses and orange serpents ornament
ing the walls and to let her know
that they, as well as the pink and
lemon colored lanterns family light
ing their repast had been designed by
the great Eashka himself.
Over at that table," she whispered,
us Celia May. the dancer in Moon
beams Here comes the Prince
With the Prince came Rose Stanley,
his wife. The Prince, for everyday
purposes, was Isidore Sochoff, born
right in the village, but making a
name for himself AS a player Of roy
atty in the new European plays APP
pearing on this side. Rose Stanley
was pianist. in town between tours.
Mabel heard Margie say, You want
to keep your eye on Mabel. She's our
next stellar luminary"
Rose Stanley turned her haggard
stare on Mabel's face. Under the pro-
longed scrutiny Of her melancholy
eyes, Mabel knew the first uncertainty
of her life as to her own significance
in the scheme of the universe. You
are artiste?" Miss Stanley at length
inquired.
Il hope So" said Mabel. A moment
answered yes.
What Is your METER" Miss Stan
ley lighted her second cigarette and
blew its smoke refiectively In Mabel's
face.
IT sing" coughed Mabel.
oh" Miss Stanley created further
smoke screens. You shall sing for
me- she commanded, rather than
said. Then the Corrupt Press arrived,
and all interest centered on him.
Nothing. Mabel instantly decided.
the Corrupt Press. Herbie. a mag
nif1cent Viking, with blond hair and
massive shoulders, would have made
two Of him.
His real name is Lorillard Nor
gam" Margie explained. His ances-
tors planted Plymouth Rock and
wrote the Constitution of the United
States. He has a B. A. degree or
something terrible like that. But he
we call him the Corrupt Press. Cute,
isn't he?'
Il am sheep In VOLTS clothing
Miss Innis." said the Corrupt Press.
Those who know and love me call
me Lambie."
Herbie. Mabel thought. would have
died rather than say such a thing.
Yet the young man had nice eyes.
She liked his hair even though it was
dark. New York men, too, she de-
cided, had a way Of dressing that
could give even Herbie hints. And
Herbie was a wonderful dresser.
'Lambie. dear said Rose Stanley,
have you some good news for me?''
Lorillard Morgan shifted ever so
lightly, SO that the white arm seemed
to be resting rather on the back of
his chair than on his shoulder. as he
handed her from an inner pocket an
envelope. AS she read the Enclosure
she seemed pleased.
You are a good Lambie." she said.
tossing the note to the Prince. 1T is
from Figlione. He will receive me at
10 o'clock. Now we shall see"
"Lambie"' MarSie gasped. How
do you do these marvellous things?
First. tickets for The Whirlpool,
that's sold out two weeks ahead.
Then letters from Figlione! What
next?'
Prof. Jimmy had known that
it was difficult to get at Figlione. He
had told Mabel not to be discouraged
If she waited two weeks. Yet here
she sat beside a slim, eXhausted-look-
ing Young man who drew letters from