Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-05-08

And I've thought Of nothing but you till
my mind will grasp no other thing. till my
brains mere machine that throws pic
lures OF you before me without rest, wax
ing or sleeping. Different from other wo-
men? Oh, my lady, my LADY,!
The Princess Eleanor's face was hidden
In her hands. Her little ears and her necl,
were crimson as the long wrap that she
wore.
"Ah, you're a goddess, my lady, come
down from-somewhere to make a god of a
very worthless and undeserving young
chap. goddess with a goddess eyes and
bearing, but, oh, womans smile and a
woman's blush! such very human god
dess, Eleanor, that one must worship, but
that one isn't afraid Of! It's woman as
much as goddess, my lady, and, oh, my
heart is in the dust under her feet!''
"Ah, not goddess, Karl not goddess '
cried the Princess Eleanor through the
hands that covered her face, Just a wo-
man! such very human woman like other
women! Just girl who-who feels her
heart throb and tremble when you tell her
she's beautiful, just girl who's starving
for one mans love-"
But young Mallory griped the edge of the
old stone seat with straining fingers and
forced back the words that rushed to his
lips
Great God, what have 1 done?" he cried
inwardly. aghast at his own outbreak,
broken faith with them all! and they
trusted me! Oh. you blackguard! you
fall to? And I'd sworn to myself never to
let 1t come to that, never to say a word OF
outright love to her. All, you BLACKBOARD!
Squirm out of it now if you can"
He turned about to the girl, shaking his
head sadly.
Forgive me- Eleanor said he Tive
broken faith with you in a sort of way,
haven't 1? l was to give you time, not to
press you. l was to let you come gradually
to know me, care for me-if you could And
here am I making desperate love to you
almost in the beginning! 1t isn't easy not
to make love to you, my lady. Forgive
me! I won't do 1t again-soon.'
The Princess Eleanor smiled to him ador-
ably through wet lashes, and Mallory chung
to the edge of the old stone seat
Ah, yes. yes, Carlo" she breathed, give
me a little time. A girl shrinks from her
surrender, even when-when she aches to
make the surrender. It's a girls queer ma
ture to be so. Don't make me tell you that
I-love you. yet, even If I want to. Give
me time, Karl, time for my love dreams.
for my girls fears and qualms and imagin-
1ngs Don't take me too quickly by storm
for I'm woefully weak my prince and I'd
be in your arms in a moment. Come, we
must walk, we've sat still too long Hook
the cape for me at my throat Carlo-ah
no, no perhaps you'd better-not
I'll hook it. SO! Now, come! There won't
be many ilacs to fall in my hair today
See, they're nearly gone. All but the
chestnuts are a heaven of sweet odors,
Ism our garden beautiful, mon prince?
Isn't it perfect?" She threw out her arms
to the golden sunshine and her eyes closed
IT'S perfect world. Carlo milo! It's all
sunshine and love and sweet odors! And
the shadows are past and gone. Oh, my
prince, it's good to be alive!'
She moved over to the little gravel path
that ran under the wall, and Mallory fol-
lowed her. She sang under her breath as
she walked, little old song, very sweet
and low. 1t was
''Yet this Inconsistency is such
A thou too shalt adove,t