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aRDEE^TAKEJ^JATORMGHT
The story thus far: iris Barton
is a bridesmaid at the wedding of
Miriam Blake and Dana Curtis, the
boy with whom iris had gone for
several years and with whom she is
still in love. The strain she is un
der at the wedding is too great to
endure further at the reception, so
she decides suddenly to leave Mar
vitle and her adoring Aunt Prue,
with whom she lives. She takes the
afternoon train to New York, de
termined finally to aagept the offer
made some time before by the
fashionable shopkeeper Patti to de
sign dresses for the New York elite.
Aunt Prue insists that Iris oatt her
cousins Cathie and Hank upon her
arrival, but Iris, dead tired and
preferring to be alone, spends the
first night at a downtown hotel.
CHAPTER II.
ffl—'IOR the love of Mike, MU*
|h Blanchard, don’t sit there!
I and look at me like that!
A Five pounds I’ve gained thU
month and you a masseuse and every
time I get weighed you say, 'Have
you eaten any candy thU week?'”
Patti’s flaming hair stood up in wildest
confusion. “Sit down, IrU, I’m glad
to see someone who dosen’t hound me
to death.”
Iris suppressed the sudden desire
to giggle that these tantrums of Patti
always incited in her. When Patti
was in this mood, it was such a short
cry to little red-haired Maggie Mc
Ghee running, like the wild animal
she was, at the head of her pack of
urchins in the alley back of Main
street.
To no one but Iris had Patti ever
confessed her true origin. No doubt
the trades people could place her. But
in the quiet strength of the salon of
Patti, Inc., Maggie was every inch
the lady.
Iris would have felt sorry for Miss
Blanchard, but she knew that when
Patti’s storm was over, she'd press a
bill into Miss Blanchard’s hand that
would be twice the amount she
charged for her call.
"Gosh, I’m glad to see you.” Patti
sank down for a brief respite on the
chaise longue. “Crazy bit of non*
sense your burying yourself in that
hick town of Marvllle. Glad you came
to your senses. That dress is not
bad.” She nodded at the soft blue
woolen frock Iris was wearing.
“Like it?” Iris asked indifferently.
"Stand up a minute. Hold up your
chin.”
“My lord! Iris thought, if Patti
starts telling me to hold my chin up—
but then she doesn't know about
Dana and Miriam.
“Look, lambie,” Patti unbuttoned
the lower flap of the collar and
brought it up under Iris' little pointed
chin. “When the angles kissed you
there, they meant for you to show it
to folks. Not every one’s got a dimple
to boast of.” She made a deft turn
or two with her wrist and Iris’ eyes
grew wide.
"What a trick, Patti! Honestly,
every time I see you I feel positively
unclothed until you’ve approved of
everything I’m wearing.”
“Well, my dear, there’s less to do
for you than anyone I know. I had
a row with Mrs. Forsythe last week.
She'd set her heart on a maitee
chiffon with pleatings that I’d made
up for a trousseau. She'd have looked
terrible in it—and because I wouldn’t
make it up for her she stormed out
and said I'd lost a customer. But
shell come back. They always do.”
Iris nodded. "I brought some
sketches I’ve been playing with this
summer.”
Patti's brown eyes brightened.
“Good girl. I knew that you’d finally
have to get some of it out of your
system. O. K., Miss Blanchard, let’s
get on with this pounding again. She
looked wistfully at Iris’ slender figure.
"You're thinner han you were.”
“Swimming, I suppose,” but she
— --
it: Sleepless nights, htunN
i and tasteless food, too.
Blanchard’s brisk step-slap
was too much competition for talking,
dnd Iris thumbed through a fashion
magazine aimlessly. After a while
she looked at her watch. "It's almost
time to go, Patti.” > ;
“You’d better oozne back tonight,
Miss Blanchard. I promise you 1*11
drink a limeade for lunch.” hgttl’s
voice was that of a child, half en
treaty, half pledge.
“Madame understands that znsdame
has to help a little,” said Miss Blanch
ard primly.
“A little!" raged Path. “A little!
Some day I’ll throw the whole thing
In East River and strike a match to
Patti’s, Inc.”
She grabbed up a purse and
snatched out a bill. “Bah! Orange
juice for breakfast, kraut juice for
supper and lettuce salad for lunch.”
She pushed Miss Blanchard out the
door.
Iris was giggling openly now. As
the door closed with a bang, she
ventured, “Be honest, now, Patti. I’ll
bet Jim took you out at least four
times last week. And when you went
to dine, you didn’t spend all of your
time looking at clothes.”
It was Maggie McGhee looking
defiantly out of Patti’s biasing eyes.
“What if I did? I was hungry. You’ve
never had to steal rotten bananas to
stop a gnawing 1a your-” Then
she shrieked with sudden laughter.
“Iris, darling, Patti doesn’t mean
that." She hugged her swiftly, con
tritely. “You see. Iris, the irony of
it all is that when I was a kid I starved
because I had no money to buy decent
food. Now I’ve got the money—and
I’ve got to starve anyway. But then. I
do think my figure's not at all bad.”
Iris patted her shoulder, “You’re a
miracle, darling. Come on, now, let’s
get into your duds and be off.”
“Get your sketches out while I have
my shower,” begged Patti, flying into
the bath. "Mary! Oh Mary!” she
shrieked. From under the shower
she called instructions to the middle
aged woman who was maid, house
keeper and friend all in one.
Iris ^tched Mary lay out a black
silk slendKfafcg street frock and black
accessorieUf Only one colorful note
in the whole collection, a beautomw
conage of white violets. Mary thrust
lingerie through the door and Iris
could hear Patti fussing with the
foundation she was struggling Into.
“You look divine, Patti* Iris
watched her is she pulled the comb
through her hair for the final time,
and every wave snapped back into
place.
“You’re angels, both of you,”
sighed Patti. ‘ Mary, if you’ll clean
up this mess right away I’ll feel bet
ter.” She grimaced at the stricken
room.
"The car’s outside, Patti, and don’t
worry,” said Mary, reassuringly. “The
apartment will be slick as a whistle
in an hour.”
“Time mrthem later. Wed bet
ter cet dewntofa, ” iris said, quietly.
;^ LUbeth^u u, every dag W
1*4lode her title summer when she
married, but her husband Is broad
minded, etad she’s stayed on with
me.”
As thqy entered theOatah Iris felt
the change which crept chameleon
ilka, over Patti. This wea-her World
lier sphere. V*
“Good morning, 'Walters GOod
■morning, Thomas.’* Her quiet, well*
bred voice was low and pleasant.
Iris fallowed her as she swept aoroas
the thiek carpeting, past the white
steps and columns and into one of
the little rooms.
"Good morning, Lisbeth. 'You re
member Miss Barton, of course.”
The girl who had been working
intently on some bit of intricate hand
work said seriously, "Of course. One
does not forget Miss Barton.”
Iris sensed the subtle flattery and
wondered how sincerely the girl
meant It, She said, "I’m so glad to
I
“What a trick, PatW
see you again. May I see what you
are doing?”
"Just some funny embroidering—
but Patti likes it.”
Iris bent her bright head down over
the fragile thing Lisbeth held out to
her. "It's lovely. I should think any
one would love it.”
"Miss Barton is going to .'he With
us, Usbeth. You remember some of
the designs she brought in last winter.
Will you ask Walters to see about
a room for her to work in? I want
the lighting to be perfect over her
desk.”
“Certainly. I’m awfully glad, Miss
Barton, that you will be here. I’ll
be gone qply a moment.”
As Lisbeth’s steps grew fainter in
the corridor Patti turned to Iris- "I
want you to do something for me
thiqpevening.”
Iris was startled. “Yes?” <
“Wear Patti’s loveliest creations and
go dancing with Roger Vashe.”
“Roger Vashe? Oh, Patti, I j
couldn't.”
“Oh, yes, you could, my dear. Rog
is one of my oldest and dearest
friends. Just because he’s suddenly
become famous is no reason lor his
forgetting me. And if Patti asks him
to Roger will gladly take you out.”
“But. Patti-” Iris almost wailed.
*T don’t want to go out dancing.
I’m sick of it That’s why I came to
you.”
“You might as well tell me all!
about it. I know when something's
happened to love’s young dream.
You’re running away from something
and the best thing you can do is
j go out with Roger. For the love of
j Mike!” Patti lapsed back into her
l alley vernacular, “every girl in town
would give her eyeggeth to go out
with him.* '■ *
Iris laughed, ‘‘All right, Cupid. But
don’t think for a minute I'm going
to’stun kagbody. How do you know
he won’t be bored to tears? He’s
spoiled to death." '."t
craay about him, and IryJlm
L ' 'anybody’s got foctftuda
you cah flggtve that h% -WpT‘T
have* dinner at my apaMlMnt—the
four of us. Jim and Rm were cone*
Jag' tonight. Glad ITjadn’t called
WtotiUfc girl.”
“Well* *11 put on my beetfawe
i stricken attitude and try to wease
™kom^d to do tha*.■f'li's% real
he-mam He isn’t a pink-tea goodie,
m*• «the society leaden would like
to have him be. How, lot’s gfink,”
file said, turning Iris about IfGlad
you’ve got long hair. Do it ug halo
fashion. You know, Greeklsh.”
IrU laughed gayly. OrSekiah.
Wouldn’t a hair stylist love that
phraseology!
•Wo. look. Lamble,” Patti pulled
Iris’ hair this way and that and
suddenly Iris saw that the face paving
back at her from the mirror was
miraculously changed.
“Two weeks with you, Patti and
even the neighbors back in MarvilU
won’t know me,” she said humbly.
“That’s Just what I want. You’re
going to become the Iris Barton ol
Patti’s, Inc. You’ll not only design
! your clothes, but wear them, too
You’re going to he a sensation. I’d
rather have you than any mannikin
I’ve seen.”
“I don’t think I want to be a sen
sation, Patti. Wouldn't Aunt Pruc
be shocked—but then, maybe she'd be
a little bit proud, too.”
“Bosh, child, any woman would
like to be a sensation with her figure,
face and clothes the talk of the coun
try. You're perfect, Iris, for experi
mentation. You can wear almost any
type of frock and color. Let our dress
designing bigwigs look to their laurels.
I’m going to give them a lot of com
petition from now on.”
“I believe you will at that,” said
Iris wonderlngly.
(Copyright, 1088.)
(Continued tomorrow.)
Tomorrow: Her first encounter with
the celebrated Roger Vashe is a pleas
ant, though comical, triumph for Iris.
DEATHS REPORTED.
James W. Joy. 86. 3015 Douglas *t. n.e.
Catherine N. Ahull. 77. 3502 Macomb st.
Margaret Coyle. 75. 3720 Upton aa,
Richard J. McDonald. 73, St. Elisabeths
Hospital.
Samuel J. Cunningham. 73. St. Elisabeth's
Hospital.
Roland AdkinL 63. l»8 P at..a.e.
Alexis B. Many. 60. .'i20» Ad*ms Mill rd.
Rocco Stillabatto. 57. JOMKtst.
Emanuel De Meza. 57. EpncaSsl Hospital.
Joseph Janda 53, Emergency TIogpital.
Harry M. Lowry. 62. 512 7th-st. n.e.
Peter George, 61. 21127th tt. s.w.
Peter C. Mater, 40 2434 loth st.
Carl Kaiser. 44. Gallinger Hospital
Mary R. Duffy. 32. Garfield Hospital
Infant Thomas Moore. Children’s Hospital
John Yorke. 78. St. Elizabeth'* Hospital.
Mary E. Pegram. 70 203.3 18th at
Mary Sloan. 07. Freedmen's Hospital.
Isaiah Forbes. 53. 723 dth st. n.e.
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APPLICATIONS.
Martin A.* Klein ° 26. *2135 K it. n.w.. and
J. C. Ball. “• "*•
Ul$r?in ntJV-ngar^tJBt
ge«jf<» •»*. n.w.; the Rev. Henry
J°h?W. Kelly. 52. and Haeel P. Stelnea.
54, both of 3700 Mauachuaetta ave.
n.w.; Judge R. M. Mattingly.
Clyde i_Brady, 23 and Lucia M. Weldon.
26. both of 1356 Irylng at. n.w.; tha
Charles L. ifwejUl' 23. #07 6th at. s.e.,
r«d: Wfc.fVftiSfci10 7th *t'
Theodore R. 8. Anderson. 24. 3010 WIs
F.o11*1" *v*> n.w., and Caroline X. Pord.
Dalton17 “ “ B W-: *he p- T‘
BIRTHS REPORTED.
Eugene and Josephine Collins, boy.
Charles and Mabel Davis, boy.
b0’
Nick and Pe^^ntonelll°boy.
John and Gertrude Connell, boy.
Samuel and Sarah Levitt, boy.
Weston and Leah Bruner, Jr., bey.
Floyd and Dorothy Chalkly, boy,
Traey and Pauline Herring, boy.
Archie and Pauline Perkins, boy.
Stewart and Lowell Cluster, boy.
Ralph and Sophia Friedman, girl.
George and Mildred Davidson, girl.
Samuel and Grace Bell, girl.
George and Margaret Hanekamp, girl.
Delton and Eddie Elliott girl
Joseph and Kathleen Fealy. girl.
Robert and Helen Saunders, girl.
Tennyson and Graeie Lewis, girl.
Homer and Elsie Hayes, boy.
Eugene and Mary Burroughs, boy.
John and Edith Metz. boy.
Walter and Alice Krehbiel. girl.
Job and Sara Barnard, girl.
John and Doris Ellison, boy.
Anthony and Dorothy Wilding boy.
Arthur and Vellie Randall, boy.
John and Louise Matthews, boy.
Glenn and Nancy Giere boy
Peter and Ollie Phillips, boy.
Edward and Angela Horstkamp. boy.
Charles and Margaret Drinks, boy.
Frank and Marie Doyle, boy.
Clark and Mary Sharlck. boy.
Frederick and Hope Walker, girl.
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