Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-08-01

an American beauty rose because she is an
| American beauty
Il shouldn't wonderw said Mrs. bennett
bennett.
And when ct sea?'
"Oh, there is plenty of cold storage on
board. And the men keep her supplied.
You have seen them come"
Her hearts the best cold storage | know
OF, said Charley Osborne, who was re-
posing not far away.
Quite She has every appearance of
it. No. indeed" murmured Lady Christie
pier directly, in response to her own
| thought, IF my dear girls never marry
they will never throw themselves at a man
| in that style
My dear Lady Christopher. don't you
see that IT is the man who is throw ing him
self at herr" said Mrs bennett bennett.
Not at all. l only see very accom-
plished fiirt."
,Sir Brooke a fiirt? oh, nor'
II have never before associated where
a man vas spoken OF as fiirt
Dear Lady Christopher, you have so
much to learn
II have had said Lady CHRISTOPHER,
gathering her cloak about her she rose
and steadying her rather uncertain
legs. slice l left home a great variety OF
Lessons in underhreeding."
THE doctor of divinity had the worst
Of it," said Charley Osborne, relating the
affair afterward, but the dear ID. ID. meant
we'll"
Lady Christopher met Sir Brooke pres
entity on her way. he sprane to assist
her swaying progress, Honoria saving she
must post her journal, and leaving him.
He held in his fingers the rose she had
happened TO drop from her jacket.
You find the American beauty very
agreeable, Sir Brooke" she said, amiably.
Fine" he said Very full blown"
"A little too much So" she replied, OPEN
ing her eys.
Il shall try to transplant it," he said.
rs that WISE
"Oh, have arranged it."
rs ii possibe-lo ! understand you
But there are many others l like bet
ter
Then why in the world do you
why must I limit myself to one? IL
lovely white English rose with its pure
heart the one. But i don't know why
1 may not hare that and this too"
Lady Christopher looked straight before
her. as il she Were turning to stone. Sir
Brooke was Sir Brooke, and the possible
heir to dukedom besides. and much must
be condoned. But for the moment Lady
christopher felt she in very strange
company, and walked on alone.
The Neckan made no haste, lettering up
the coast. She put into port once. and
IIonoria went ashore with Sir Brooke to
show him a certain scheme of frescoes
where. on the interior walls OF a public
building. the pristine simplicity OF art on
the first floor led 10 the graphic inierpreta-
ticn of romance on the next aud, still
mounting. 10 the utmost complexity of dec
Grafton on flight higher.
Il must show you" she said that we
do have some things over here fine as
the best You have at home"
You showed mo that long ago" he said.
If she did not announce her neighborhood
to Chauncey Parkes il was because she
was not sure. she said TO herself, that II
was worth while for short a time. And
then one night they watched the great
lighthouse lay it's revolving beams upon
the water as they lay at anchor off the
Shoals while the Eanderwaters went to see
vi dc And hon l..~ Ill.
Bar Harbor there was weeks f-stivity
there and every hour Of 1t all that Sir
Brooke passed with Honoria she was GER
tainly lovelier than she had been before. He
was still young. and I'm spite of his own
ideas Of his prowess in affairs of the heart
he was mere familiar with big game in
Africa than with women in draw ing raomE.
And II, her beauty dazzling, her ra; her
proud and arch spirit making l:er sweet
ness the more honeyed, she did not quite
carry captive the simplicity of his nature
II was perhaps because a certain sincerity
there, underlying faults and folies. failed
to strike an answering note in hers. Pos
sibly there was certain fascination In
the alternate attraction and repulsion that
he experienced: and he never felt IT more
than one morning when he left her leaning
forward over the bslustrade, a trellis above
her waving it's white York roses in the
sunny wind everywhere against blue sky
above her and around her. and her own red
roses clasped on her breast, while her hair
escaped from the white lace scarf blown of
from her head like the scarf of Iris, her
color rose and dimpled and deepened. her
wide open eyes reflected the CLEANS OF the
sea, and her smile the intensity OF the sun
shine
II shall never see a rose" he said. with
out thinking OF you. Although I often