Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-08-17

tOyed with her paraSoi ana lOokeu up eS%
her ianguishingly. She wrote idle things
like Fate and ''Kismet' and "Mizpah"
and stuff Of that sort on the sand with
her forefinger, and gazed out upon the
wine-dark sea with pensive, speculative
eyes.
He looked as If his name ought to be
Percy If it wasn't. He would have caused
you to think involuntarily of the shrill pipe
of CASH" from behind the 4-cent lace
counter.
She was handsome, bnxom, but over
dressed, and to your shrewd mind she
would have suggested the type of saucy
young woman often found acting In the ca
pacity OF cashier In steam laundry office.
such boah. y'know. the seashoah.
don't you think?" said he. after long
pause. as he retied the strings of his white
canvas shoes. TITS all vehy well for
fellah to spend a week or so at the beach,
y'know, but afteh that-such an internal
nuisance, don't you think, yknow?''
That" she replied. as she dreamily
turned over the pages of the yellow-back
novel at her side, SIS just what ahntie was
saying this morning. Ahntie is really rip
pingly addicted to the sea, you know, but
she so quickly wearies of things, and now
she is talking Of a couple of weeks at Tux
edo, and then round of house parties.
Poor ahntiei Her enthusiasms are so brief!
Lahst year at this time we were at Trout
VILE: You have been at dear old Trou-
.Ya-as. often" he replied. relying the
other shoe lace. mo end Of sport there.
y'know. Jove, y'know, such ripping wo-
men! But even Trouville gets to be such
boah, y'see. Spent three months oyah
theah in summer of '93-laid up with a
broken leg I got playing polo, y'see-and I
couldn't get away. Egad! but 1t became a
boah! Everybody got to looking just alike
to me, y'know, and. bah Jove. even the
things on the table tasted just alike The
trouble with those French places is a fellah
gets to drinking SO much Scotch. Nothing
else to do. Got to do something. Bah
Jove, l really believe 1 was screwed, just
ripping screwed, three pants of the time in
Trouville. pom me honoh"
ON. you naughty creature"' said She.
stun gazing out upon the amethystine sea.
Just fahncy such horridness. now!''
Ihen there was another long pause, dur
ing which he whose name ought to have
been Percy If 1t wasn't stroked the few
hempen strands upon his upper lip with
much tenderness. while she turned over the
last few pages of the novel to ascertain the
nature OF the ending thereof before start
Ing to read It,
Well. said he, breaking the silence. II
$ pose It's the same old pro-grum this yeah
for me-up to town now for bit to drop
In at the clubs, OFT Of yachting on the
sound, perhaps-the beastly buildah Of my
new sloop has at last got her ready, y'know
and then the trek cross the drink, y'see,
to my shooting box in Scotland. Bagged
bah Jove If didn't! Aftuh that, couple
o months round the shires, y'know, visit
ing the country places Of the chaps. of our
crowd, and then to join the exodus to the
continent-same old pro-grum. Gets to be
a frightful boah aftuh awhile, don't you
think?'
Ripping" replied the young woman,
turning down the 39Sth page to mark her
hot T.
gun. But you have your liberty, YOU
worthless. dissipated creatures, while we
por gyurls have to do as we are told
NOW. ahntie has the mania again to do
the Nile this wintuh-such nuisance
We've done the Nile twice already, and
still ahntie doesn't seem to have had
enough of it. And 1 so dearly wanted to
60 to Aix.ia-Chapelle this wintuh! Dear old
AfX-don't you Ihink?' - sJuss .
"Ya-as." said he; ak is all right But
slow for fellah, of course, but ali right
And them. she went on. I'm MORALLY
afraid that ahntie will be longing to do
the HOLY Land again next spring-and that 8
so-so-er-ripping quiet. you know, don't
You think? You see, she is connected with
the Tlddledywinks. and young Lord It'd
dledywinks Is so very devout. you see, and
between them they have worked up quite
crusading spirit. and. poor met l al
ways have to go along-and the inns are
so blstering bad, don't you think, in Pal
esther" 80
"Haw-ble haw-ole," he put In. by the
way, didn't know. y'know, that you were
kin to the Tiddledywinks Captain fiddle
dywinks-second son. y'know Of the Guards
is great pal Of mine. Spent a summer
Ripping chap, Algie. too. Nothing religious
about him-haw-haw-haw! Saw him
pick guide up that summer and throw
him down an abyss into stream. Guide
wasn't much hurt. but got deuced wet
ting-haw- haw!" -7raf ~,
There was another considerable pause,
during which he looked around discomfort
eddy at the strollers on the strand and
yawned a great deal, while she scrubbed
Full Many Gen. etc, on the sand
BY the way" he said. again breaking
the silence. "wheah do we meet again.
y'know? Are you and your ahnt for the
Eastorg1lts party in the Berkshires come
a fortnight?'
NO, she replied, "ahntie lodged that
she has such rigid ideas, y'know, about
plrtn mas poor ahntie, and she cahn't bring
herself to believe that the Vastorgilts are
not parvenues-poor ahntie, with her old
world notions! No. froua here we go direct
to the Tippy-Tapps at Larchmont-such
great run. Mrs Tippy-Tapp. with her ridic-
ulous airs. and her newly-diseovered tree
that takes ner back to the Conqueror, don't
you Think"
Immense sport. call her-ripping," said
ne a. dnink her father made it in starch
OR something" she replied Yes Rut
ahntle mas given her her approval, and has
taken her up, and there we go from here.
such a blistering bother, say!'
After quite great deal more of similar
conversation he made her his deyoirs and
said that his man had all his trans packed
anu tnat he was to leave that evening
Ihey had only met couple OF weeks be-
fore. but the parting hand-clasp was quite
tender, SO it was.
In the autumn. the next time they met.
she was down
Just at the present stage of this narra-
tive, which belongs to the eminent domain
OF truthfuiness. the risible- provoking per
sons who indite the bowling funny yarns
for a frivolous weekly illustrated press
would go on to tell how the young woman,
typewriter girl employed at 50 the week
IN the office Of a -four and feed merchant,
had rushed into one Of the teeming de-
partment stores to buy cents worth of
binding braid and a spool of darning cot
ton: and how. at the counter where she
rushed up to buy the braid she suddenly
recognized in the sheepsh-looking sales
man the drawing youth who had told her
during the lollings on the sand of his
visitations at the homes of the nobs OF
England; and OF how he looked as IL he
would have sold out for one square inch OF
disused cantaloupe rtnd. and Of how she