Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-04-13

eulogium on threadbare frocks. She must
nave a funeral frock
the garden and greeted her. He was as
| smart as usual, his tie a new creation
his hat mirroring the sun. Cecily was
s snaGog ,r from , necessity and somewhat
looked up at him. smiling in a lazy amuse-
| ment.
DO you ever wear the same hat twice.
Must have a good hat in my profession
Miss Gainsborough. You never know where
| you'll be sent for. The Duchess of This or
Lady That loses her money at cards or
| the earl drops bit at Newmarket-must
let the house for the season-sends of for
mermustn't catch me in an old hatF'
| Yes, l see.''
Besides, you may say what you like,
but gentleman ought to wear good hat
| 1t stamps him, Miss Gainsborough."
-'.YoHrs positively eliminates you. L
could find the way by you on the darkest
night"
With just little touch of OIL" he ad-
mltted cautiously. not sure how. far she
was serious in the admiration her eyes
seemed to express, What have you been
| doing with yourself?'' he asked, breaking
off after his sufficient confession.
I've been drawing up advertisements
up suddenly. oh, why didn't 1 ask you
to help me? You'd have made me sound,
eligible and desirable and handsome and
| found nothing at all to say!'
| What were you advertising for?"
somebody who knew less French than
I did. But shall wait till we come back
now" She yawned little. 81 don't in the
least want to earn my living, you know"
she added candidly. land there's no way 1
could honestly. 1 don't really know any
| French at ALL"
Sloyd regarded her with mingled pleas
| ure and pain. His taste was for more
robust beauty and more striking raiment,
| and she-no, she was not neat. Yet he
| cd 1,ot chn ha rl,tf "
| for dressing; she wanted some process
analogous to the thorough repair which
| he loved to see applied to old houses. Then
| she would be attractive-not his Sort Of
| course. but still attractive.
Il wonder if you'll meet Mime. Zabriska-
the lady 1 let Merton lodge to-and the
| gentleman with her, her uncle"
II expect not. My cousin invites for
| the funeral. It's on Saturday. L suppose
we shall stay the Sunday-thats all-and
L don't suppose We shall see anybody to
speak to, anyhow" Her air was very care
| less; the whole thing was represented as
rather bore.
You should make longer visit. I'm
sure his lordship will be delighted to have
you and it's a charming neighborhood;
| very desirable neighborhood, indeed
| II dare say. But desirable things don't
generally come our way, Mr.. Sloyd, or at
any rate not much of them"
It's pretty odd to think it'd all be yours
Tiff anything happened to Lord Tristram.'
His tones showed mixture of amusement
and awe. She was what he Saw-she might
become my lady!
TT may be pretty odd" she said, indo-
lently, but it doesn't do me much good.
does it?"
This last remark summed up the attitude
which Cecily had always adopted about
Blent, and she chose to maintain 1t now
| that she was at last to see Blent. She had
never been asked to Blent. If she was
asked now it was as duty; as duty she
would go. Harry did not monopolize the
TriStram blood, or the Tristram pride.
Yet in her heart she was on fire with an
excitement which Sloyd would have won
dered at and which made her fathers fussy
nervousness seem absurd. At last she was
to see with her eyes the things she had al
ways heard of. Addie Tristram. indeed
she could no longer see; that had always
been denied to her, and the loss was ir-
reparable But even the dead Lady iris
tram she would soon be able to realize far
better than she had yet done; she would
put her into her surroundings. And Harry
would be there, the cousin who had never
been cousinly, the young man whom she
did not know and who was factor of such
importance in her life. She had dreams In
abundance about the expedition, and 1t
was in vain that reason said, It'll be all
over in three days. Then back to the little
house, and the need for that advertise
mentv' Cecily was sure that at last-Ah,
at last!-a change in life had come. Life
had been always very much the same;
changes generally need money, and money
had not been hers.
1T s DeSun. CeC1ly SAID TO neTSelI, Wlen,
three days afterward, they got out of
their third-class carriage and got into the
landau that waited for them. The groom,
touching his hat, asked if Miss Gainsbor-
ough had brought a maid. c'The maid"
not "a maid" was the form of reference
familiar to Miss Gainsborough). Her father
was in new black; she was In new black;
the two trunks had been well polished, and
the seats of the landau were very soft.
They don't use the FitZhubert crest,
observe" remarked Gainsborough. 'Only
the Tristram fox. Did you notice 1t on the
harness?"
Il was gazing with all my eyes at the
coronet on the panel" she answered. laugh
ing
A tall and angular lady came up and
spoke to the groom. as he was about to
mount the box.
AT on Saturday, MISS" they heard him
reply. Miss Swinkerton nodded and walked
slowly past the carriage, giving the Occu-
pants leisurely stare. OF course, Miss S.
had known the time Of the funeral quite
well; now her intimates would be made
equally well acquainted with the appear
ance of the visitors.
Blent was in full beauty that summer
evening, and the girl sat in entranced ST.
lence they drove by the river and came
where the old house stood. The blinds
were down, the escutcheon-with the iris
tram fox again-above the door in the CEN
trail tower They were ushered into the
library: Gainsborough's eyes ran over the
books with a longing, enviouS glance; his
daughter turned to the window to look at
tn" Blent and up to Merton. A man ser
want brought In tea and told them that
Mr.. Tristram was engaged in pressing BUSH
ness and begged to be excused; dinner
would be at S:15. Disappointed at her
hosts invisibility, she gave her father tea
with a languid air. The little man was
nervous and excited: he walked the carpet
carefully but soon he bounced on a book,
county history, and sat down with it.
After a few minutes idleness Cecily rose,
str oiled into the hail. and thence out into
the garden. The hush of the house had
become oppressive to her.
Yes, everything was very beautiful: she
felt that again. and drank 1t in, INDUCING
her thirst so long unsatisfled. She had seen
larger places, such palaces as all the folk
of London are allowed to see. The present