Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-02-16

than himself, he rejected with satisfaction.
She was quite as pretty as he had faneied her.
The song returned to his mind
Pale hands loved beside the Shall
THAT evening he made his way TO the BeTkO-
Vitz establishment Mrs. Berkovitz greeted
him across counter laden with sausages and
blutwurst.
"ven Mr.. Schmitt, vot can do for your"
do you know, Mrs. Berkovitz. the name of
that haired girl who lives at Mrs. SkOyIes'2'
Mrs. Berkovits coquetted heavily. "Ah," she
chuckled, "the young man ISIS interested I'm her
mebbe! Ven, know her name. It's Miss
Evans-such pretty red hair, aindt H?"
Jimmy fed from the store, his dark cheeks
crimson. Mrs. Berkovitz watched him diSap-
pear. To her cousin Lyman she said: such
q nice young man, ent 80 skeered Of ladiesl"
Upstairs in his room Jimmy mcpped the
perspiratiOn from his forehead His whole life
was disorganized. At last he seated himself ct
the table and began TO write:
Dear Miss Evans:
II want to tell you how much en-
joyed your singing. 1t was fine and very
beautiful. live across the street and
heard it. Would you mind singing the
same songs tonight? Never mind who I
am. I am nobody, but thank you Just
the same"
At length he gathered enough courage to
make the sortie. He crossed the street and
slipped the letter into Mrs. Skoyles' box. It
was o'clock before he got round to the bust
ness Of washing up. The table under the
green light was In confusion. At No. 10 "IOvin'
Sam" was going Justify Mrs. Skoyles sat
stifay taking the air on her high stoop. Mrs.
Berkovftz stood IN her doorway making Jokes
with the policeman. A. he leaned from the
window, the magic sound began, the fam
boyant accompaniment the crystal-clear voice.
large and tireless.
LESS than the dust benee-uth thy
cfAryut whee-uls(
Less than the rust"
Jimmy almost fen into the street. she was
singing the songs he had asked fOrI
"Farewe-yul. farewe-yul-"
It was too beautiful. Jimmy almost went
from loneliness. He put on his glasses in or
der to zee the room with the red curtains
more clearly.
There seemed q be another girl In the room.
She, too, seemed TO have red hair. He grew
suddenly cold with horror. who could have
known there were two girls with red hair ct
Mrs. EkOyles'?
Until midnight he hung out Of the window
listening 10 the singing, trying al the while
70 shut out "Lovin' Sam" and the shouting
Of the children. The other girl left after o
time. and the street grew empty. When Jimmy
finally went to bed, he was unable to Sleep He
tossed and writhed impatient for the coming
Of tomorrow night Still, 1t never occurred 70
him that for the FIRST time he was IN love.
Miss Evans, as the saying went I'm her pro-
fession. was pounding the pavement" At o
she arose, bathed, brushed her red hair and
started out on the round, up Broadway, in and
out Of the cross streets back into Broadway
again. She visited agents who had nothing for
her and managers whose ONCE boys showed her
the door. BY evening her slim small body
ached with wearineSs~ BY evening her hair had
become draggled and stringy. It was red hair,
but it was straight as a piece Of worn string.
Each night she carefully wrapped 1t about
leather curriers', but the weather was hot and
the atmosphere muggy. BY noon it was
straight, and by evening it struggled. It had
been weeks since there was money enough to
have. it curled.