won't if he is wise.

That little woman over there with the carmine lips and black eyes, she
is the wife of a Methodist minister and is here for the "cure" of
course, like the rest. She is going to hitch her matrimonial wagon to
a vaudeville "star" by way of a change! "The very day I get my
decree," she told me.

There comes an interesting couple. I think the woman is Moroccan.
Doesn't she look a barbarous relic with those immense rings in her
ears? You feel that there should be one strung through her nose, too.
There is a story abroad that she is the consort of a well known
millionaire of Chicago; after several unsuccessful attempts on her
part at stabbing him, he is giving half his fortune in alimony to get
rid of her. The other night at Ricks' she threw a plate at a man
because for five minutes he paid more attention to her woman friend
than to her.... A dangerous playmate, methinks!

That charming little lady in a symphony of blue, surrounded by a
company of admiring friends, is Mme. Alice, a Broadway opera star; her
story is very interesting indeed. No, I dare not tell; it is
sufficient that you should know that she is a gentle, sweet little
mother, although she looks a mere girl herself. She has a voice of
unusual quality and dramatic sweetness. I have had the pleasure of
hearing her sing at several concerts which she gave for charity. She
is extremely generous in that direction and always draws a packed
house. She got her divorce while I was out there and passed on like
the other shadows on the screen. The last I saw of her was when she
was singing the "Battle Cry of Freedom" in the Hotel Golden lobby, as
her decree had been granted. Her face was just radiantly happy as she