The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 1, 1903, Page 4

THE SUNDAY CALL. B N R P ‘ ! \‘&‘ when I'm in a modest mood. She felt sorry to think that must have been perfectly satisfied. The Ilights—Sallie saw a little tunriel of leaves were cast upon her by the ladies present. She interrupted him. b“'dl:t‘l;?';gd :1:; glalylfict‘:\l:;h;re mynig)c;emx (::'.‘!:! ;a‘:':ngf < so genuinely 1rri- old blue dress had been manipulaled Ly through which a_glow of rosy, electricity Her sister-workers, he particularly ob- pool-like gray eyes, now a! y they = e neved. Tie Tole the artistic vet sepla hanamalcen. whose was felicitously diffused—gave/her some- served, made a point of staring stonily at moving with the opal glints, '.c'..(s”u'n':; e A Ceally must, you know. Let me iiicr woman long visible stitches had been rather thing of a shock. Mrs, Hampton had not her, and of perking up thelr heads as they “Yes—I know, I know,” she said ImP&- (00T, 0 5oy say last week that [ hag Would Coi- crudely fidden by home-made ruching. even glanced in her direction, although went by. They made comments upon her tiently. “But it is all 8o horribly ke a ple—or was it a pudding’ from It as she And in connection with woman's dress the lorgnette focused 80 Ve ‘much that to their companions, and it irritated him You are an actor, and you act du iy can't quite remember whic 4 no .in- the phrase “home made,’ that, appied was going on. And yet she had even felt to think that Sallie had been impolitic certain hours only; and it is !D‘I“";orakn' { {;‘LJ l(fl as something that came ,‘."“' frump. and she smied 10 ples, and cakes and fancy wo is 50 the silk of the lady's dress as she brushed enough to persistently antagonize them. for which you are pald. PE\:}‘ AT me meat, Well, you kn"w'(lh::;ldn;nr'r(“ Ay of vsack Ch. army of -pueiisses, trecale MOVErs, write charming, becomes a curse.” Salli’s war by her. and the subtle perfume of her A woman, opposed by her own co-work- actress—acting all the time- paint had not been forgotten. Her eves hair had rested for a moment in her ers, cuta sorry figure in the eyes of thdse except when I am with you: an€ ff /2 W0 o5 or ¢ Were very dark, her lips very red, her nostrils. Sallie’s sensation of disappoint- who do not appreciate the niceties of the my work, and I am not pald=e . ading. LS Checks ‘Very crimson and her' hai very TNt was s00n replaced by a restléas dis- situation. 1t would have been @ satistac- discomfort and distress. I must BAY {7 PUELSou do know Miss Hampton " $he and it is not to prove to you thal OUNCE fic pie and terflie ra s vellow. Moreover, her bodice was cut comfort. But she looked at Jack Childers tion to see Sallle in conversation with pensive, guileless mal o retly. : N TR VN wa Theonty (hing of s Kina in a% he siooa. smiNnE by her ‘e, and sha Mra 'Amelle -Amberg " Hutchinson | or And dréary day: 1 am a dear Ntile ung asfel SO, on 1 womt g x0 fap a3 the room—and she wore a pair of high- took from his hand the glass of cham- Lamp-Post Lucy. Still, he _could sophisticated thing to my easily d{RACE 4, "5 a0e met her once or twice. Vory ran - Sallie's thoughts, heeled shoes that ciicked as sie walked. pagne that he had poured out for her. scarcely expect them to _bob up stepmother. I am a pretty H!l eacxlns— nice girl_rather quiet and -sedat e Woman unsexes ner- Char.le Covington bit his lip and ccl- “Here's ta you, Sallie,”” he said—it was as chaperons when Miss Sydenham marble to my cousin Jack. ltw:h ou I unsophisticated. and ail that sort r(_ ing. doing at @l _iS ored us he saw her. She was irrepres-i- still “Sallie,” she noticed—and they clink- made merry at their expense on all acting. For when I am th v But I rather like that style as it is so I've got to unsex ple—wickedly irrepressible. Either she ed. Sallie felt the “cl as .it traveled all occasions. He saw her very soon I and I am not—"" vesant unusual nowad 1 y e you been ws well do it as thoroughly ~was anxious to shock people, or wuas t o to her elbow. She smiled and sipped the surrounded again by a circle of “actors, ot _marble.” Arthur Stuyvesant URuSUel SOWA I haven't ignorant to adapt herself to circum- wine, while Mr. Childers drank unstint- wuthors and cheap politicians, all'anxious smiled, with a sense of his own ruru:;uM seen you befor et had no fafth in this stances. She looked like a third rate sou- ingly, and seemed vexed that the glass to chat with her and sample for them- ble powers, which he loved to a oot _ Sallie walked to the parapet and le tedfous problem. brette in a company addicted to what did not hold more. selves the airy mogds that read so well to a hypnotic faculty. He was ON® 00 0% b ws upon it, just as vy matier of Lact, are known as_ ‘one-night stands,” aud “Don’t be abstemious,’” he'sal it print. But he Klew that Sallle's sal- those who prefer to call sensuality by ®y&l €00 00e ™ Arthur Stuyvesa woman even in a ghe flounced in the attention of the at Sallie’s almost untouched gl vation was imperfled by just these care- that much abused and cleyerly n}n:d her saw the attitude nd recogn -to do 80. entire room was riveted upon her. But is not a W. C. T. U. meeting, Jess, flippant attentions. He realized that preted possibility. He moved tow but he also saw that ymmetr cal _qua ity. Suality, selfishness and curlosity ‘were and put his arm around the slim waist, b ot e G v real auaity. ar if all the room saw Sallie, Sallie saw all cause of temperance is eschewed by the se fell in its shadowy 1 on, Happy the room and was very thorough about paper on this occasion. We shall have a the forces that drew these men into.that from which the cloak oalk f S Anasiasia it Her keen littie eyes had discovered beaatiful editorial on temperance to-mor- encirciing fringe around the girl. * undulations. “Not precisely, Ivy. ZNot Snd AR e Chealations. ; This, however, ‘They were men frumps and hangers-on, even before row—one of the best that McPhersor ‘i Mr. Cm‘?\glon knew Mrs. Hampton precisely marble. I think I hfl‘f' ot 1t? would not have disturbed him in the lcast, They nad the tpe men frumps and hangers-on had dis- ever written—but to-night we will give slightly. He had met her once or twice, ered the real Ivy, eh? Do you forg ¥ Tor Sallie w 2 woman, and to Mr. - x and tue im- covercd her the other side a chance to be heard. and he had admired her as very “good Tell me dearest?” Rt (he —any of it under - other. Sallie The newspaper ladles tittered and secm- Please drink to my health.” form.” They had talked books together, ‘“Regréet?”’ she exclaimed contemptuous- (rrl > sex. There was. I / ed higniy amused. A few frowns ap- He filled his own glass again and drain- and as Charlie was a perfectly colorless ly. “Never! I suppose I'm a thorouwsllz (oo ping in her manrer that igned Mr. AtY peared later when Miss Sydenham’s iden- ed it. Sallie, with growing resklessness, journalist, who had never expressed an bred—with the wrong sort of !.hornwgu_ Such ideas away from him. ion %o the news- tity was announced, and the frowns grew looked at him, sald “A votre sante,” and opinfon in print, he was received in any ness. But I'm jealous, hatefully jea l’; “See here, Stuyvesant,” she said ton and the poxitively ominous when Sallle was, in with an effort swallowed the champagne. “set.” Mr. Covington was swayed by a of you. I hate to think of your Wif ~= s.iperately R aTe & very had nctar c young enough tant, the center of a little circie that Jack Childers patted her approvingly. sudden impulse, and he did not allow him. makes me sick to remember her. SWBeS §€ 0oy “that to vour face, althoush [ ¢ exciicd about seemed to be playing kiss-in-the-ring. The room tinkled with uncorked eloquence self to reason about it. He marched 1 do so I feel that I am not aul e o have merely hinted at it playfully in who have al- While Sallle talked, and laughed and and journalistic decorum evaporated slow- straight up to Mrs. Hampton, wha had thorough, for I see the spots on m)'lvx‘[ print. for 1 thought you were too bad to minded” will cald outrageously fiipyant things her eves ly_but surely. just dismissed her Senator, saluted .her soul. 1 suppose”—with ‘a laugh—“that FOCH CU 00" By’ if you don’t play »rgot all else, rested upon Jack Childers, his aunt and _Sallle felt that the wine was golng to gracefully, and took the plunge. awful looking girl, Sallle Sydenham, who [ake S¢UOUST- oy folat your precious jay began L0 his cousin. She could scarcely repress her her head. She was flushed and dizzy. “May f introduce Miss Sydenham to Euyed you so fearfully that, if Ik 8{0 A atrical pare upon a girl like g dress, a ion for Ivy. as the young woman The room moved slightly, and in the little you?" he asked, rushing at his subject. dared, I would have requested Jac 10 Mies Hampton—she is the cousin of my nough. tall and impressive, like a Gibson tunnel of leaves the red electric lights “You know of her, of course. She is an discharge her, and who writes as recl Minaging editor, Mr. Jack Chii it A 2 turprised in her statelines: pecred at her like eyes. She saw old Tom- awfully bright girl, Mrs. Fampton, and lessly as any French novelist—I suppose b b her standing by Chi linson trying to clink with himself—he o hink you wouid enjoy Knowing 'her. that she is an angel compared with me. o 'f‘l;afif‘gl’lllm{k e G 5 wondered how he could ever escape her stood in a corner and held a glass in each May 1 go and find*her?” She barks, and I bite. She is ondth:v;‘\:lrd- cule you. pull you to pleces, show you ation. Perbaps he couldn't, and hand—and she felt that littie Robinson Tfie gold-rimmed lorgnettes that had face, and i am deep down. Nobody ould . dlssect you until you will wish that He scemed to look upon her with was looking at her. "She liked this good been hanging nmPI at the lady's side care to know her, yet they all swa o vou had never been born. I can do it a quict glance of ownership, and Sallie, natured little boy, and beckoned to him were at once cal fod into service, - Mrs. around me. Isn't it odd? But I'm thank. You had My ot maicious—in pri fntent upon the picture, found it difiicult to come to her. When he stood by her Hampton's eyes, from which a kindly *ful it Is so. I am getting gradually used FOU [SUPPL ol §orticular delight in 1ling to know. to keep up her flippancies. / side, she asked Jack Childers to give him courteousness had shone, were-suddenly to it all, you know; but when 1 am out o that direction for your und down, Presentiy Jack Childers left his aunt some champagne, held up her own glass seen through the awe-Inspiring glasses— of sorts I am unpleasant. I should d"‘é’ ?:nsg:)x;:‘r‘x;?ghmem. Go it—if you like— pia fe and cousin and bore slowly down upon and _suggested & _toast. But lit- gray and cold. to sail smoothly, not because it would be T D matinee sirls, but leave Miss 2 inie Tne Sallie. She saw his departure the instant Robinson leoked at her quictly ~“Really, Mr. Covington' she sald, “I right, but merely easicr. Renioton out of 1€ 2 den, roused Ly the sound of ner it occurred, and she also noticed that Miss begdn to talk to Mr. Childers. The —I do not understand you.” he paused, breathless. The breeze Hampion out Of LU o vioo Hampton? £s \Voice, was In nopes that somebody Hampton was immediately approached by st was not drunk, and Sallie wondered “I want to introduce you to Miss Syden- came gustily across the dormnn!‘ P;fl- he asked sullen a flush on his fac last sippea in to relieve the Arthur Stuyvesant, the favorite matinee Little Robinfon offered her his ham'—very staccato. and the wisps of her silver-gold hair flut- ¢ SFCCE, P00 he was now dealing mon ¥ girl’s evening. Butshe actor, who instantly engaged her in con- and as Jack Childers showed no “To that vulgar girl who writes dis- tered. The noise of heavy wagons jolt- Alth a woman to whom his generally effi- Eaw { Salue was alone, and her face versation. Sallie was So surprised at this ife to move away he led her quietly reputable things,about plays? To that ing over the uneven pa_};r:;n'lvler(;al:leon!:‘ B R e e B aypaan 1e —Miss Hampton looked supremely the into the adjolning room, now compara- woman in the make-up and the horrible them in muffled roar. N g jlied: and a tinge of “If you've got 10 talk to yourself, wrong sort for a man like Stuyvesant to tively empty. ' dress? Really, Mr. Covington, do you but the world was somnolently alive ble& sad?,g;:'?g;p("['::(.r?;‘er“v;» ce as she real- an siss Salile—then we had attempt—that she was unawar2 that Mr, As soon as Sallie had left Charlie Cov- mean it?" low them. It made her think of the worl - that statement - neighbors, or some- Childers at last stood by her side. ington suddenly appeared, and, plowing “Assuredly I do,” replled the young in owldom’s rooms, which was nearer. iy Bl iert Hloee Fr el Mg ay that those who talk 10 She left the circle and walked slowly his way through the crowd, joined Mr. man. “Please, Mrs. Hampton.” “You are morbid,”” he whispered, glanc- v L g B g B, A talk to the devil” with him down the room. Childers and shook hands with him. 2Rot for the worid," sald whe lady, de- Ing in at the windows, through which ability that it would rimaim true. L 5353 AN \bam laughed In sheer cheer- “Solomon in all his glory-" oegan Mr. _“Everything ls going along admirably, cidedly. “I flatter myself\ I have done Shapes still flitted. in cousin, and she is a lady—not a matinee JAN ) “Youre ver~ rude, Ros- Chiiders, looking with amusement at ber Jack,” said Mr. Covington. “This s fes: my duty. I very much dislike this kind _“One of these days.” she sald, also in cOusin, % 808 8 0 "Irio iy R SYeiid; “but it doesm't matter, attire. It was 86 like what Lc could have tve, and no mistake. Say, old man, have of thing. I have already had enough of MW tones, “‘the worst will happen, and I 8IT." SA% GCPC0: Wil FEPRESR . & grim NG an’t bother about scolding you. imagined that Sallie would wear. you' introduced Miss Sydénham to Mrs, it—and Ivy and I must be going home? shall have to ‘marry Jack I know it e SCWwwetoid BRSOl Cuggested Y U'm askeg out {0 an evening at ihe ofice “Good old glory,” retorted Sally, “Glory &nd Miss Humpton? I think they would Where fs Ivy? T could not be seen taik- Mrs. Hampton is always hinting at such P06 \ next € nd heaps of people will be that has seen better days. Bat'— her rather enjoy knowing her. Don't you ing to this atroclous looking young wom- 2 possibility; and sometimes I think tha e Sty Chathuol A A Sl Y Il get to know them, and eyes dancing—*it doesn’t matter. I want- thin.. so?" an. Mr. Covington. She may be a clever M. Childers looks upon it as tacltly setz , C2u Y anT® L odlmd, Teprensing m to dinner, and ed to come so badly that I'm thankful I His hand was rather unsteady as he journalist—as clever ournalfsm goes to- tled. The idea makes me ill, though I ;:1 s‘;wm"m B g B more solemn, silent own this old blue relic.” placed it upon Jack Childers’ shoulder. day." And I may m}d that in my day am schooling myself admlrlbl).{md therg ot all become so re- “Did you really want to come? Why?” The managing editor had been somewhat she would have been too outre for the are times when I can contemplate an‘y Sallle_smiled. *“Not necessarily,” she Thicgummy down- “Oh,” she said, “it s a change. 1 never aimlessly watching Sallle’s exit with lit- Police Gazette. But I really have not the thing. Of course, L}ke Jack as & cousin, _“a/le _RICCEE old you that I do mot away in desperation. get any o rtunity to see people or to tle Robinson, force to cope with these modern inno- but In any other role— She closed her ;!‘an‘.v Mt L mn) o havetied ,mend my blue silk Jaugh—outside of the theater, which is “‘Introduce Miss Sydenham to Mrs. and vations. Where is Ivy, I wonder? I must €yes, and a perpendicular fufl‘U_‘b""_ c;‘ns,d"m’; genfi?” ‘principles only. i U'll g. to that recep- only & metier. This is really charming . Miss Hampton?” he repeated thickly. find her. These crowds are very trying. 5:_1ed quickly between her yellow eyled r‘o!w“ trust, Mr. Stuyvesant, that—er—your wifa of my life. to me. 1'm afrald, Mr. Childers, that if “What on earth for? Sallie would hate Don't you think so, Mr. Covington? Jack ‘It would-be the last straw, wouldwt i, (UG o . b there:” usked Rosina I were rich 1 should revel in parties, and them, and—well Charlie, old man, you quite put himself out when I tried to cry Arthur—you with a wife, I with a hu ®The actor fought against = flush of che~ wide s dances, and all that sort of thing. It know how strait laced they are.’ off. So I made a martyr of myselt. One band. o s (e Gacn GF Which o fulf heneath g B Al WOmIG R ol Charlie Covington with ‘the {p of his can be a martyr for a few hours, can't M Stavvesant sURCE & SR froquent- his skin. This was a dangerous youns t man I didn’t think this sort of thing would first finger drew a round on the table- one? And I'm very fond of Jack. He is uatlo s 1t was @& fa. woman, who meant business, and who ap- re bad—bad to the core,” have appealed to you,” he said. cloth, and then—went over it again—and oy, and 80 kind to Ivy. nder ly appeared on the stage. . severely. I my lords and | “Why net?’ ashed Saille. gayly. - She again—and again. ! & e Do e S Cnherbrush. hew Vorite situation in_ the o I e e Bad and the entire looked at him in his bland evening dress Then he said slowly: “I think gou're do you do? I read the book you sent me, Comedies that trickle Into cesspools. and SAFEe, [IPRENRe RS IR o oo Cer, In a 10t of swell outsiders, and and was intensely satisfied. it takes me wrong, old chap. Sallie wouldn't®hate Thanks immensely. Good-night, Mr. Cov- are sometimes guided by the master-hand 3e009Ice WReCIC cafefuliy, BONCUee, 0 Judges, and high execution- out of myself, at any rate. Itis new and them at all. You don’t know her. She'd ington.” of a Pinero. . d Miss Sydenham will walt un- it is real. I've come to the conclusion, like to know them.. I don’t think that §he moved away voluminously stately, = ‘“We won't look so far into the future” off the stage. Heb"flth“‘l‘f Jeopanet S ave all arrived, when she will Mr. Childers, that I like real things. I she has spoken to 8 womah to-night. And the gold-rimmed lorgnettes still framing he said. “The present is not so awfully JWI% Sydenham by the time Rhe spoke as well make the most again. ” “She is well, I thank you,” he sald. “She would have accompanied me here to- e night, but—well, Mrs. Stuyvesant is a do- “My wife is a good soui, and—and” (he mesticated little woman, who loves her 2 in be introduced coyly and gorge myself with the counterfeit ail the 1'm sure Mrs. Hampton and your cousin her eyes, Charlie Covington bit his lip, bad, and we may vbody wiil say, 'Who time, and I think I must sufter from in- would be glad to meet ~anybody with and tasted blood. He had played rather Of it. My wife: in blue? 'And the digestion.” whom you are friendly.” a bold game that might have succeeded, ‘Your wife!” repeated Ivy, her eyes w her favors on all ouldn’t you write this up gorgeous- Jack Childers coughed. The expression for there are certain women to_ whom Wi get such a chance he queried, with a smile. on his face was a strange combination of sheer audacity is not displeasing. But the nas nothing but gloomy “I don't intend to talk shop to-night,” embarrassment and champagne. Fame had falled, He looked into the next Was going to say, “She has forgiven me home, and hates to leave it She takes iewspaper columns 10 she declared. “You needn't try to lure “See here,’ he sald—and he had the dis- room. Sallie was still there. He saw fifty times before,” but checked himself P iy . e € . “, nk e tyle, eh, Miss Sydenham?"” the subject. I want to forget that cretion to sink his voice to a whispei her look up as Mrs. Hampton entered, in time, and suid) “she thinks I am per- YOUr s , €N, Ml wn and gayly opened I'm an owl for this occasion.only. How *—I really couldn’t introduce Sallie to- towed by thpq proud author %g “Theodore fection. Ther: 's no need to worry about 'Not precisely,” Sallle replied; but she There were tickets very lovely your cousin is, Mr. Childers.” night. She is so atrociously overdressed, trhe Thug.” He watched her move slowly anything. Take life easily, Ivy. Don't was consclous &t that moment that it a decollete authoress; Ivy had moved away from the place she and—and—well, while you and I don't forward, as though to compel Mrs, Hamp- let us cross our bridges until we get to was extremely irritating to be Irrepara- e anonymcus notes, warm and had last occupied. So had Arthur Stuy- mind—frankly, Charlle, I prefer the un- ton’s attention. Then he heard her prat- them.” 2 bly “classed,’” at sight, by good men and ve; & managerial request for a vesant. Mrs. Hampton was t.lkin§ 1o conventional—still, Aunt Sarah and Ivy tiing lightly to little. Robinson, the re- “You'll always care for me?"‘ghe cried by bad men, by friends and by foes. She curtain-raiser from her pen (in order that the Senator, who had at last broken loose would be furious. "I should never hear porter. impulsively. Again she felt the odd, fem: ppealed to' them all in the wame way. inine need of & banal question that must She tried to do so—but it would have been might henceforth deal tenderly with from Mrs. 'Amelia Amberg Hutchinson, the last of it. You know, they both hated that generous manager's productions); a and was looking at him through the in- to come, and it was with the greatest give birth to a banal answer. And again agreeable to slip from the eternal pose at demend for an interview, and other sig- solent lorgnette. difficulty that I prevalled upon them to CHAPTER VIIL she felt cheered when that answer imme- times. She began to wish, as this fat uificant affairs. “Yes. Ivy's a pretty girl,” Jack Chflders do so. So. you see, if I took Miss Syden- _ Out on the balcony, her temples fanned diately came. Like a child to whom the actor stood befors her, that she could d Sallie ior em all up, and wrote her an- replied, “and a very nice, good gir} ham up to them just now—decked out as by a small, reluctant breeze that erred best known story is the story best loved, cook and sew. There were worse occu- e. alli€ waited for him to say, I want she is—I should be—er—rather putting my vagrantly through City Hall Park, stood She waited for an inevitable response, and pations to be found, she supposed. Wers ] swer to L e you to meet her,” but Mr. Childers did foot in it, don't you think?"” 73 was comforted by it the foolish creatures in owldom at that CHAPTRE, Vil Mot say It She 'wondered when the - A brick-red flush colored Mr, Coving- LvJ, Hampton, wisps of her siiver-0lé "The “shapes in the Drilllantly lighted moment—unsexed Women, barren ma g e g troduction would take place, for she an- ton's face; but he made an effort to sup- hair dancing lightly from the release of rooms, silhouetted on the amber blinds, trons, petticoats aping the bifurcation of g, The anniversary celebration in Owldom ticipated it eagerly, and the idea of know- press the anger that was rising. He knew & jeweled comb as she leaned upon the geemed to flit closer to them. She left trousers—any more essential to the gen- % was very large, multi-colored, obtrusive, ing Jack Childers’ feminine attributes was that there was a good deal of truth In granite supports of owldom’s majestic re- his side, pushed aside the tawny shade, eral scheme of things than little Mrs. A\ and protrusive. The owls blinked in a Very precious to her. his friend’s words, but it was selfish and treat. The tinkle of a herd of street cars and stepped into the clamorous apart- Stuyvesant surrounded by her household 2 veritable ecstasy of electric light, d cast ,. ] Suppose she was delighted to come rather humiliating truth, the expression reaching destination and starting again ment. w“%?'d once again In the gray gods, and living a deluded wifehood to Z% N c light, and cast ¢4.njght?" Sallie said presently. of which was not quite necessary. on their long, thin journey to Manhattan vell of her Puritanism. Sllently and with the best of her ability? # & most alluring iridescence over City Ha'l ~ The managing editor laughed outright. With a successful injection of calmness end smote her earse as did the grinding slowly measured steps she gained the _They left the balcony and entered owl- Park. Poor old Ben Frankiin, immov- “T had the handest work to persuade into his voice, he said: “Your aunt, I certainty of the adjacent elevated roads, crowd, smiling coloriessly at an acquain- dom together. The large room was slow- - able as ever, glared stonily upon the ¢X- ecither of them to come,’ he replied. “My am sure, is a kind and a courteous wom- _ Her attitude no longer suggested the tance or two. The opal light had gone ly emptying itself, and conviviality w. N ternal “goings-on,’ and Greeicy looked cousin goes out so much that she didn't an, while' your cousin, who I8 at present Ingenuous for as she turned toward the from her eves, and they were the mere slackening its pace. Mrs. Flampton had &s though d have said a thing think this quite the thing. And Mrs. talki to Arthur Stuyvesant on the bal- dark haired, thick set, aggressively virile gray pools in which were mirrored an in- Jjust captured Ivy and was preparing to "fc or two o ct of “this auspicious Hampton fafled to see why she should con an have no excuse for refusing. young man by her side the glints in her genuous soul. The wisps of her hair, un- beat a retreat. Jack Childcrs stood with occasion sarily for publica- have to visit my ‘shop.’ But I insisted, Sallie may be a reckless young person, gray eyes shone like the fires in an opal. stirred now by any breeze, arrangea his aunt and cousin, talking rather non- tion, but as a guaranies of good falth. as it would have looked bad if they had but Mr. Stuyvesant—well—er—you know The conventions—dozens of them, in as- themselves In neat precision along the chalantly. Sallle heard him say to Iv Not'a solitary light, human or other, was not shown themselves. The chief would what he fa.” sorted sizes and grades—lurked in the nape of her neck, as though they, too, “Fancy you thawing. I hear that you hidden beneath a bushel. In fact, bushels have been displeased.” Mr. Childers poured out another glass rooms behind her, from which convivial had a role to play. So might Priscilia were positively talking with Stuyvesant, were tly vetoed. Anybody who _Sallie was amazed. She could not un- of champagne and drank it. “What a sounds fssued, and in which, as frequent- have stood, no more unruffied ur nervous- the actor. How did you unbend sufficient- could say anything, or do anything, or derstand how any well regulated young serious fellow you are, Charlie,” he said ly happened, when she turned her small ly alert. 1y to submit to an Introduction?" see mnything, or wear anything, or think &irl could fail to feel interested in the good naturedly. *What pains you take and neatly poised head, she could see the "Sallie Sydenham chatting aimlessly He turned, and at that moment Arthur anything, said it, and did it, and saw it, Spectacle of Jack Childers among his as- to embroider logic upon your themes. forms of owldom's visitors flitting in all with the faithful little Robinson, saw her Stuyvesant and Sallis Sydenham passed and wore it, and thought it, In the bilnd- ing light of Owidom publicity. The reception was held In a huge and handsomely carpeted room, where pon- derc tes. You're right, and I know you're right, directions in ghostly noiselessness. enter, and waited—waited for the otMer. them. A faint surprise was reflected in Your cousin—seems quite young,” she and I'm glad you're right. I'm always The rather pensive maidenhood, in its Into her keenly perceptive little soul had Ivy Hampton's eyes as she, too, noticed ventured again_ harping insistentiy on the glad when anybody’s right. I didn't know cool, thin suggestions, that had appealed crept the wralth of a doubt. She saw the promenade; but the surprise vanished subject. 3 Tvy had ever met Stuyvesant; but she is to Sallie Sydenham when she saw Miss Miss Hampton's two entities at once— quickly. edttoril writers hung dally upon . Yes. she is young* Le assented. “But one of those inveterate matinee girls who Hampton standing in lissome indifference they were flashed upon her almost simul- _In her cold, prim, unemotional tones, ditorial ~we as though it were a She Is—er—she is—very zood form, and plaster their mantel-pieces with photo- by her mother's side. had vanished. A taneously—so that she had no more faith she said: My dear Jack, you made ms pal trapeze. | Opening fromn this apart. ather looks down upon the newspaper graphs of those struiting fools. I dare furtive warmth had replaced it. The girl's in the one than in the other. She was come here and I have Been introduced ment was & sanctum, in which the “cold “oIld- say somebody has introduced her to this bosom rose and fell In quicker rhythm watching them both in their unconscious to varlous people. I'm sorry that Mr. oRIstion” Bl Bobh Drepared {iboh “How strange,” murmured Sallle. She beauty to-night. Why not? But I'm glad, an that which is usually inspired by differentlation. So she waited for Miss Stuyvesant was among them, now that I atlon’) had been prepared upoh 4 was working herself up to a sort of frenzy 1 was not the somebody. Why, if I hac T re virginal apathy, and the concentra- Hampton's companion. But there was see him with that terrible looking per- o scaie, q! 8ard- of desire to know this girl. suggested it I believe she would ha tion of her eyes upon the street below apparently no companion, and Sallie saw son in the old blue dress. It is Miss Syd- of expense. To the reportorial mind ~“yes' he said, “Ivy's a nice, good girl withered me with a gl 7 1 g 3 o g s, s 3 glance. But I'm glad was somewhat unduly tense. For the the tall, lithe, indolent form of the girl enham, is it not, Jack? Don't you think ”‘{lu;g\r;a\;fc lrllt\‘xt’\~!‘!l(‘_{l=ln$en(d{‘ep!'e} and very amiable. But she isn't a good to see that she is human enough to vfam. street below was cold, and gray, and passing down the room. Miss Sydenham that, as managing editor, you e’ould pre- ‘ ) n’ ;;n iely .dm Te orial fellow ltke you are, and—she isn’'t amus- the introduction, for sometimes, Charlie, empty, and listless, as it stretched before was perplexed, but not uncomfortably so. vail upon her to cover up her shoulders \ A » Wholesome 82 'lp“ onable re.axa- ing. 5 her touch-me-not manner gets on my her, striped with its gleaming car tracks In her dolitude—for her tete-a-tete with and to use a little less rouge? Really, ) Lo the B o non-journalistic 1 suppose she doesn't—she doesn't read nerves. But I can't go up to her, tear into'the shadows and nocturnal restless- little Robinson was scarcely more than she looks pesitively rowdy and nki!g. ) , bappy oblivion and a logical faison my articles? her away from Stuyvesant, and say: ‘I've ness of the Bowery. solitude—she had discovered the duet on doesn't she, mamma?"’ \ g d'etré haps the reportorial mind had Mr. Childers could not restrain his mer- vou talking to that reprobate, so _ Miss Hampton's attitude might have the balcony. And while she sat anxious- “Yes” Mrs. Hampton answered, with ‘ the best os It. 3 P riment. “Oh, horror!” he cried. “Never! you've got to know Miss Sydenham.’ Can been mistaken for-one of fatigue by those ly _expectant of the coveted in- the ready lorgnette raised on duty. “By [\ ' Everybody who was anybody had been My aunt takes good care of that. Aunt I, Charlie?” * who could not see the fitful, opal lights troduction that had not been given the by, Jack, I must tell you what hap- N / N\ A invited, but many who were nobodles ap- would have a fit if she thought Ivy in- 'Mr. Covington flushed again. “It is not in her still, pool-like drab eyes. She wore her, she had found herself wonder- pened. ' Your friend, Mr. Covington, rath- \' ‘ /) \ ‘fi peared. Still, it could safely be chron- dulged in that sort of literature.” necessary even to think of them as in a thin grdy dress, and as her elbows ing what this peusive, high-bred girl er a nice youns man—quite a respectabls \ R i 72) icied that there was a ‘representative “Then your aunt must think I'm hor- the same category,”’ he remarked, with rested on the parapet her cloak fell from could have In common’ with an actor person for journalism—wanted to insist \\"‘ .;/ \‘. ) gathering” present, because that popular rid?” Her voice hud sunk, and there was another effort at repression. “Take a tip her figure in shadowy undulations, and whose repute was that usually ascribed upon introducing me to that girl—Miss §\‘ (Y ANAA 7 phrase is so delightfully vague, so exqui- something rather pathetic in the anxiety from me, Jack. Go and find Sallle and the perfection of that figure was revealed. to Arthur Stuyvesant. Sydenham. I thought it most inopportune, \\\ Y, WA A . ‘ sitely elastic and so amiably misleading. with which she waited for his reply. introduce her to fm“r aunt and cousin. The walst was :llght and charming and She rose, and leaving little Robinson In and impertinent, and disrespectful. “ fi /! / There were a few lawyers, who loved to Well—of cours she doesn't know You like her, and it would please her.” the fullness of ~the bust symmetrical. the midst of a glowing panegyric on the “So you refused?” asked Jack Chflders \\ ‘ , see thelr names in print; & judge or two; you.” he replied evasively. “But we don't It would not please her,” Mr. Childers Earlier in the evening, when Miss Hamp- magnificent after-dinner eloquence of the ith g smile. “I thought you would. Cov- \ 0\ ' 7 " A a highly jocular coroner, whose Inquests cater to old ladles. do we? We endeavor retorted. °'! know Sallle, and she dislikes ton had stood erect and on guard by the popular Senator—who had once risen from ington spoke to me about it, and I knew WA ” 4 ’l/’ were witly, rollicking things; two police to amuse serious people. There's a wood staid, matter-of-fact, conventional people. flank of her chaperone. that figure had his bed at 3 in the mornlns to give Mr. your sentiments. I had no idea that he &\ (y#j justices. idmed for tneir trénchant, en- deal in it, Sallie. Only short-sighted peo- Besides, 1 can't do ft. It lsn't necessary, seemed replete with the vague immatu- Robinson an impassioned description of ag so determined as to tackle you him- AN MW / \.l 4 tertaining dealings with the “drunk and ple condemn it as frivolity. This isn't a 1 am not obliged to introduce the staff to rity of transparent girlhood. But now it a dinner dress that the Senatorlal wife seif. But I'm quite sure that Miss Syd- \\“./ K disorderly” class; two gentlemen and Very comic world, and the man or woman my own relatives. Please drop the sub- spoke of a certaln womanhood, palpitant had worn that evening—Sallie proceeded enham herself knew nothing of this” with % // three ladles on the outside edge of so- Who can amuse, if even for a moment, ject. 1t is silly. and ripe, eager and unmistakable. to the window. She would have been al- , Jaugh. “You wouldn't be her style at \\ W% | clety, who had “got there” by astute has earned gratitude somewhere. “But you like Sallle Sydenham?” Mr. Arthur Stuyvesant, following the direc- most justified in imagining that she must gy ” 7 journalism, and who were grateful for a He had called her “Sallie’” for the first Covington was conscious of a dull, dog- tion of her eyes, saw the chill, dim park, have been mistaken. It would have been ‘Probably not,” assented Ivy, with her N ' ’ \ Vs sort of first aid to the ambitious; a whole time. As the nm{'edva!sod his lips she ged persistence that infected his tones. with its feathery trees and its darkl weird easy to have ascribed the tete-a-tets 10 prigcilla mien. ~“Let us hopa not. Are AR I/‘ galaxy of unread authors with unreadable x_mxlfm: up -‘nd nnlx§ hed. lPerha'xm the “cold ‘I 'do. 1 like her immensely. BShe is a shapes, and—following them still—saw a 'mere brain fantasy. Miss Hampton you coming, mamma? Jack, just put.us \\ wares on the market, and prospects of col atgn. |" x;r \I:llle \;ew, was responsi- Jolly good fellow, and we have just clink- also the cold, empty, gray and listless might have been taking a little alr on jntg a hansom and we won't bother you more; and a senator famous for his after- ble ut the famillarity gave her a de- ed glasses. I'm’'not going to Wworry her street, striped with tracks, on its quick her own golitary account. A stras Im- gny more. You will naturally wish to - l/ dinner speeches and 4 picturesque I lightfully comfortable sensation. She won. to-night by inflicting my relatives upon iron way to the Bowery. He preferred P\xlu—wmelhlnt. ?erhlpl. that leaked giay to the bitter end.” \,\\c / marriage, and eminently popul nto the future—told her to try and be- " galjie left Arthur Stuyvesant to his own A ; . 3 - 2 bin Owl- defd if ::‘:ou:'dde;:;esau ?er Miss Syd- ge{il t:l“h'eem determined to festoon the qulr:t, ne-rlyfi;mua lan figure beside o P STt B dom, inasmuch as he was Invariably will- enham a , al not. allle with women, and she d g him. ‘was neither cold nor gray, nor lieve this. But o was too_practic: iug to rise from his downy couch at the 1 shall have to drink your health to- them.” e s ,, noT empty. o engrossed with the present. She pushed oo §esiiin Gheriisine room. She bad dead of night to tell any reporter any- night he said, as the crowd began to Charlle Covington did not trust himselt “Ivy,’ he murmured seftly, and he the biind aside and stepped out, Her as she did not belong to the class of sen: thing—either true or faise; false pre- move toward the refreshment inclosure. to disc the matter fu . Jack Child- touched her elbow upon the cool granits dazzled eyes, greeted with swift dark- gua] women known as ‘“‘matines girl ferred “We must clink glasses. ers was perfectly honest; Indeed, thers balcony. " ness that hung, pall-like, around, could o was rather disgusting to her. Sallis 3 The staff wore its bib and tucker, and ‘That will be jolly,” she cried, feverish- was no breach of loyalty in his treatment ‘You see I came,” she sald, not looking at-first distinguish nothing. But they per- yngerstood the average “matinee girl’ di: { ' & = - 7] % was quite irresistible. Jack Childers, ly. ‘“‘But I hope you don't feel it your of Ball According to the managing edl- at him, but at a red Bowery car that severed and Arthur Stuyvesant was dis- loolonk raner 160 &nd embarrassed-—as Gty lo Clink With the entiro siaft, other- fors inexorable, logle: there g oy Thumpea toward the postofcs. -1 had covered just about to return o the mul- Tro miny Diaced her side by side win though this sort of thing had not been Wise you will be a martyr. no reason why the girl should be foisted to come. s was an occasion from titude—by another window. house means anatomical display. Perhaps // stipulated in his contract—stood in a cor- He smiled. “I think I see myself clink- unwillingly upon a couple of women who which I might and should have stayed ‘“Good evening, Mr. Stuyvesant,” sald Jyy Hampton had kaown the lgnominy 7l ser with Mrs. Hampton his aunt, and his Ing with Amelia and Anastasia, said. were not at all anxious for the honor. away. I tried, but I couldn’t. I cam Ballie, as he stopped, In the apparent be- ¢’ matinee girl moments. But she did g charming cousin, Miss 1vy Hampton, pale, “For goodness' sake, look at that wom- Moreover, there was nothing to show that Mr. Stuyvesant watched her face, avert- that Miss Hampton had returned. not ook the character at all. Was it pos- I\ ingenuous, tall,” with shining silver-gold an!" he added, as a vision of Lamp-Post Jack Childers had the‘slightest interest in ed from his own nd noticed the young, 'm not here to ticize to-night; but— gihle that beneath the gray pictorial in- |} hair, and a quaint retrousse mnose. rs, Lucy drinking a bumper of champagne Miss Sydenham apart from the exigencies admirable angles of her features—the won't you take cold? You have been out pocence thers were “dark blue depths”? ] f Hampton surveyed the gathering through came through the o?‘en door. e had of the office, and the fraternal Intercourse slight facial angularity of immaturity, of a Jong time, and—you've no hat. N \ i ] a pair of insolent lorgnettes—very mu@h better hurry or we shall get none. that this association rendered necessary, which, asa connolmur{ he never tired. Mr. Stuyvesant was not disconcerted for h:;]m"flf,‘m':‘;' ,‘:?,,”;"8.0',.‘} 'g'fi:' fi;’:,‘.bi‘;‘f \\\\ l as though it were a cattle show. She held They passed into the room, which had and at the same time—perhaps—pl nt “It was good of you to come,” he said, long. He was not at all fond of Miss » { Bersell Supremely ioof, and olng Lo grown 'wildly convivial Sallle lookea It was useless dwelling upon the sabject quickly. “I could not have seén you for Sydenham, who had %o frequently held Liom. Fon,mnad Ached Ao & emian i 1v3s hand ns though shé feared the girl's ¢arefully among the crowd to find Ivy further, as far as Mr. Childers was con- days, as I g0 to Washington to-morrow him up to ridieuls, But his pollcy was IGlitude tn a crowd_oppressed hor “sha contamination. Hampton, but her quest was unsuccess- cerned. for_one. long, tiresome, unending week. -invariably to use his own personality for caw the departure of Ivy and Mrs. Ham: Several of the ladies made ineffectual ef- ful. Mrs. Hampton was there with the Mr. Covington glanced into the room So I wanted you here tn-nig:nt y not? all that it was worth, when in contact :nn with Jack in tow, and shé knew thzz forts to jounce upon Charlie Covington; Senator, to whom she was talking in where Sallle had gone. Eg could ses her What risk can there be? these occa- with either friend or foe; and, although her’ cherished desire would not be real l \ but Mr. Covington was not to be had for pompous deliberation, punctuated by the laughing and talking with little Robin- sions one may talk to u{bod . A cat Sallle scarcely bolon‘nd to either cate- jseq Mr. Childers evidently did not want | \ Uit Heking. Morcover the bevy of auy Inevitable lorgnette in it gold-rimmed im- son: Her face was flushed with a_tint jaight taik to & king If it had the gift Of gory. she was Probably as susceptible a3 Ledn irec hio meonie and she wondiirs /A thors with warcs In the market were up pertinence. Sallle almost brushed against redder than the rouge that besmeared it, language.” he rest—when she was off guard. and off ‘vny C Was it because she was =0 bagl //N andat bim. leaving him very litte leisure, her as Jack Childers tried to burrow a and there was an unusual nervousness i “f suppose I am the cat.” retorted the duty. ~Moreover, even a oo BEtS " Sreraa? Was this Daypetual strogic fov S04 Thanking him for thinge that he had path through the crowd to the table, and her manner. Occasionally she looked back girl. “Well, I feel like one—just a fu nny-a-liner (1o the actor's mind all (heunasualin her WHting. In her manner, 1/ hever written, but that they hoped ha the girl was conscious that she invélun- into the refreshment inclosure that she tive, -temhyuvalve thlnf. always pur- f:unuun- are penny-a-liners) must be i mer attire—to be the "undoing n‘;":‘;i i\ o 1 j would write. The struggling author and tarily paused while in Mrs. Hampton's had left, and her eyes ha til—until { u p The Book reviewer rarcly meet. Harsh Vicinity. waitng for a possible introduc- him while he falk It AT | oS it bats Bl apIA TR T St (oo ) Chirea . | L TessntS, ; Personal ner plans for simple. genuine plasuret fate does not cast them together, as it tion. But Jack Childers pushed her qulet- He had noticed that, even in the midst He was silent—not from the psycholog- “It's a lovely evening Miss Sydenham,” s the luckless dramatic critic and the ly along, and Mrs. Hampton was soon of the discussion. An immense gity for ical fitness of silence at that moment, but he said, “and I've been enjoying the air. a fer- because he was not quite sure what par- I hate a crowd and a stifling room, don’t She looked at the feminine owls, bunch- ed together at the end of the room, ap- parently watching her intently, yet as nkless actor. So Mr. Covington found left in the background. rayed edges of this ‘fhrl swept IAto his heart, an > at he was immensely popular, and was her conversation with the Senator reached vid desire to help her, in spite of her- ticular style of remark would be harmo- you?" soon as she looked In their direction a O ruther ple His reviews were always Sallie. The fragmentary murmurings self, took possession of him. He had an nious. Thens quickly, with a woman's . *1 wasn’t aware that you knew Miss eSarding her glances guickly. Weil, she and generally facile, that sounded llke the incoherent mutterings of ardent. belief in the innate femininity of craving to hear a' man the banal Hampton,” she remarked, ignoring side ‘g glad of it. “Cats!” she sald to her- “len a Musie Corelll would have patted a dream. It died away gradually, and her nature, Incrusted though it might thing she loves, she asked: REe You Teal-. . Iusuoh AD nging &C Jor sRlect self. "*1 don't want them. I couldn't 4 Wim on the back and called him 4 dear Sallie found herself by the table ~with be with the rude, unpretty devices —of 1y glad I came? “One of my matinee girls,” he declared, Stand them for five minutes, singly or Y littie flunky. Jack Childers at her side. A feeling of rather rampant Bohemianism. He moted He tipped the banal answer from his laughing. I Know -em ali, Miss Syden. collectively. Imust be a trifle’ upset even A It was quite late when Sallie Syden- disappointment and gloom oppressed her, the aloofness of the women as they passed lips, and it cheered her. *You know I ham, more or less, although—in print— 0 think of such a bateful possibility.” b { Dham tlutiered In, and if she had and the table, with its glittering glass, her, and analyzed the various looks—a am, Ivy. How can you even ask it? Don't u always wonder whawt they see inme. ——— % been anxious to make a sensation she its huge vases of flowers and its subdued compound of jealousy and cantempt—that you know—"" ometimes I wonder, too, don’t you know? Continued Next Week. (‘\ ( 7 X)