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

setting the whole business | assure YOU
when We came around the clpe and she
stood on end at every big wave and made a
spring over into the next / felt of no more
worth than a bubble of foam. and left her
at New Bedford Who is there on board
Charley Osborne? Laura? No? The dis
tinguished stranger You are dressing for
dinrtr? Then You will lend me Fifine
again? 1 have just packed off Olympic for
good-cr bad; but L sent my luggage by
train With you then anon And moving
easily on her way, with an embrace here
and salutation there. she disappeared.
And Osborne and the foreign prince who
was the Vandewaters' prize for the cruise
looked after her one with a hopeless ana
thema on his luck, and the other with q
sense of something new swimming into his
horizon. while Mrs. bennett bennett, a So
cial arbiter, settled the ample front of
her incroyable moire and said to herself
that Ii would be a pleasure to make the
fortune of such a girl that.
1t was perhaps as we'll that there was no
RoentSen ray to apply to the working of
Miss Henslers mind as she looked I'D and
Gisborne-that simpering Pinkey May-Mrs.
bennett bennett. a little more glorious
than usual-Lady Christopher-dear. dear,
there's sure to be scrap, The prince
didn't some one say he hasn't a penny i?
Very swell But l don't see any reason to
60 back on Chauncey." And Mrs. bennett
bennett saw on her hand an opal like a
drop OF dew that held all sunrise, and knew
that 1t was once her mothers but didn't
see the tiny thread of gold it guarded and
that was the ring of Honoria's engagement
to Chauncey Parkes. a university profess
sor with an education and a career before
him that might eventually amount to a
great deal. but with an income that In Mrs
bennett Dennetts apprehension amounted
to Just nothing.
When they came on deck. under the avn
Ing with its fringe of lights. white appari-
ton loomed some way off. a yacht that had
come to anchor while they were at dinner
The PendrasOn." the sailing master said
in reply to Mr.. Nanderwater's inquiry.
''Sir Brooke Beltanley and Lord Gadsden.
Going round the world. They'll see the
races and have some repairs"
How Interesting, 1 know Sir Brooke
very we'll. said Mrs. bennett bennett on the
report Pray go over with my compliments
tomorrow. Mr.. Vanderwater. If you can ar
range II. and bring him on board. de-
lightful fellow" she added afterward to
Lady Christopher. who herself did not
know Sir Brooke, but resented having the
fact recognized.
Il believe" said Lady Christopher that
he has some peculiar precedence. some long
descended rights We have families. per-
haps You know, that need not take off their
hats to the queen"
II should think any gentleman would
said Mrs. bennett bennett.
"Oh. over here. don't you know, you hard
ly understand sill that the peerage-"
My dear.'' said Mrs. bennett bennett.
las if / hadn't seen a peerage on every
Drawing room table IN London, tnumDeQ
Ike a Boston blue book. Oh, yes. And Sir
Brooke is the heir presumptive of a duke
dom-the imbecle old duke Is some sort of
q distant cousin with no one between.
He has half dozen continental titles.
besides. that have fallen to him in much
the same way, and good ones. some of
them; but he never uses them; he prefers
to wear his little English one" Lady
Christopher's husband was only a knight.
And place for every one, l suppose"
said Honoria.
places that are poems
And money to burn, 1 dare say" said
poor Charley Osborne
Yes he owns / won't say half the iron
and coal mines in England. and about the
same thing as whole cities, but he has real
ly fabulous wealth-6nd enough of our
securities to make It very well worth his
while to come over"
He viii not need to look for an heiress,
then" said Lady Christopher.
Nor have the chance All the mammas
In London were pulling caps about him last
year-their frightful capsr' said Mrs Dem
Eett bennett. who never allowed herself to
be outdons in q rudeness.
They wear their own hair, don't you
know" said Lady Christopher. And the
effect
"Oh, that's very plain" said Mrs. Dem
nett. looking for her cloak. and Sir Brooke
was quite forgotten In the agreeable sx-
element Of the skirmish.
But over on the Psndragon, Sir Brooke
Beltanlsy was leaning on the rail-, nothing
visible OF him but the spark Of his cigar,