The Washington times., 1927-08-29

And he led her to the waiting
cab which whisked them off 10
gay cafe.
There's a mirror. Just look at
yourself and see II I'm right
Cinderella"
Mr.. Scarlett. hanging his COON
skin coat on a hook, spoke from
the door of the private room to
which he had taken his hungry
eharge-with the excuse that her
appearance would prohibit their
entrance into the restaurant be-
low.
Ahead OF the Season
The girl smiled at him. and
said: 81 don't mind If do" after
which sally she approached the
long looking glass set ornately
in one wall OF the room. Facing
her reflection, she suddenly be-
gan to laugh.
The dye always runs out OF
straw" she finally observed, still
regarding the long streaks Of
pinlish water which had dripped
down her cheeks and neck and
stained the collar Of her blouse.
That's what I get for trying to
get ahead of the season"
Ahead OF the season."
Sure thing. All the swells set
straw hats in December"
Scarlet grunted, and the girl,
sweeping off the offending hat.
ran one hand through her short
black hair and observed gravely
to her image: Becky McCloskey,
] hereby name and christen thee
Ia piece of cheese" After which
she demurely spread out the
fingers of her right hand, placed
the thumb on the tip of her nose,
and making a profound bow to
her image, turned her back on 1t.
Nevertheless, said Scarlet,
Strengthening his necktie and
smoothing his mustache, you are
q very pretty girl"
Her Smile Quickly Fades
The smile faded. Here's the
waiter she murmured, quickly
retiring behind a chair so that
this amazed attendant in immac-
ulate evening clothes might not
be grieved by her shabby appear
ance. She AIDED, regally: "You
order, Mr.. Scarlett. I don't mind
what eat"
Mr.. Scarlet ordered, lavishly,
and presently the immaculate
waiter departed. and he was alone
with Becky. Having placed her
wet coat on the radiator, and in
duced her to swallow part of the
contents of leather covered flask
to still her recurent shivers, he
seated himself comfortably-oppO
site the, mirror-and suggested
Nov tell me about yourself"
Becky clasped her hands behind
her head. "Well in the first
place" she began amicably, "I'm
millionaire's daughter but /
forgot my Sables today, and lost
my Rolls Royce in the rush. Aside
from that I live in a palace on
Charles Street. Over and beyond
which little facts have my room
rent paid up to tomorrow, after
which, being tired of this gloomy
climate. me and my cat will 20
west for the winter, all
by way Of the Hudson river, prob
ably. Now let's talk about you.
Seems there'lI be more to saw"
I, said Mr.. Scarlet, IAN a
gentleman connected with the
theater."
Promhsas TO Help Her
"Actor! exclaimed Becky. her
eyes opening wide. IT should of
guessed
Connected, Scarlet contra.
dicted. with just shade of cecil.
ness, with the er
business end. Advertis.
Ing, in fact, for the Selbert Pro.
ductions." The statement having
produced its effect Scarlet swat.
lowed what was left in the flask
and added impressively, "Acting
Is not the profession for me-"
i wish 1t was nline,'' Becky re.
marked wistfully. Then she grin.
ned: Say, I'd make a swell
tragedy queen wouldn't I? Sne.
cially in this outfit. But I can
sing, Mr.. Scarlett."
They all can" said gentleman,
displeased by the turn of the con.
versation. He added, however,
Wen see. Maybe can do some.
thing for you--if you're nice. A
pretty girl can so a long way--if
she's nice"
The door opened. Accompanied
oy a blare of music from the
restaurant below, the waiter
entered. bearing heavily laden
tray. He was followed by a bus
boy with a quart of whisky.
Food Brings Her Tears
"oh Mr.. Scarlet, you're awfully
good, murmered Becky, but her
eyes were fixed on the waiter.
At that point the conversation
Tagged, and Dan Scarlet apply.
ing himself with some concentra.
ton to the whisky bottle. was
none the less amused by Becky's
useless attempts to look with calm
upon any item of their menu. II
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