Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-12-24
Copyright, 1901, by Anna S. Richardson. }

idea how much money woman can spend
when she has nothing else to do"
Was that bitterness in her voice, too? He
leaned forward and his breath came hard
and fast.
Lucille, are you happy?'
She drew back.
"Oh, yes, yes-perfectly happy. Only and
her lips quivered just tritle-.I miss Billy
so. He's so terribly busy, making money,
money and more money. l wanted to go
home for Christmas, but he said
Il know" interrupted Darraugh shortly.
THE markets in bad shape Things looked
nasty when the exchange closed today
There's many a chap will have anything but
a merry Christmas this year.
You don't think it will make Billy late?
I've had the table laid just as 1t was the
day of our wedding and I've ordered exact
ly the same things served She nuShed
slightly and threw him a glance that was
half apologize. Il know it sounds silly,
but
"She isn't happy she isn't happy the
man was saying under his breath, and sud
denly his blood flowed in an eXultant
stream.
The second man entered the ROOM
"A telephone from Mr.. Saunders. He
said we should not disturb you if you had
guests, but to tell you that he could not
come home to dinner You are not to wait
| for him, he said but to go on to the opera
with Mr.. and Mrs. Farrell as you had
| planned. He's very sorry, but there's an
important meeting
THAT will do, James," She had risen,
and, as the man disappeared, she grasped
the edge of the onyx table until the cords
stood out in her slender white hands.
HE did forget-he did" she murmured
ignoring the presence of the man VINO was
watching her curiously: Il thought l would
just whether the date would make him
remember. He might have noticed it on the
morning paper or the calendar" Her tone
was low, tense and bitter But l might
have known better" She turned away.
a
lace of her bodice.
Where are you going?' demanded OAR
raugh, rising and taking a step toward
her.
dress. IL hate it. To the opera with the
Farralls? No, l will not go with them,
nor with any one else, but tomorrow-to-
morrow I shall go home. Why should l stay
here-alone? oh, you cannot understand
You've been sailing here, there, everywhere,
in your yacht, meeting new people, doing
new things, while I've been doing the same
old round of parties and dinners and bridge
and calls, and waiting for Billy to make
enough money to stop and take notice of
his wife. You can't underestimate hate it all
i hate it!'
Darraugh was standing with his hands
clasped behind his back. She could not
see his fingers working nervously.
Don't go up to Kingston, Lucille he
said, almost harshly. ''Yon won't-forget
there. Come with us-and see things and
do things, as you call 1t. We're sailing to-
night for - well, south - anywhere to get
away from this blasted sleet and cold.
Well probably stop first at Palm Beach.
Come along, and we'll make you forget
''We--who are we?" she said, uncertainty.
THE Ashley-Burdens, Haynes, Mrs. Til
ford, Dick Stewart and Hanley." He rushed
through the names one who fears they
might prove a stumbling block. Young
Mrs. Saunders had never "trotted" with the
set. It's going to be no end of a lark.
Wen hang our stockings all in a row in
the saloon and eat Christmas dinner on the
deck miles and miles from this beastly sleet
and snow. Come on, Lucille. Why, child.
you've never half lived-you've just been
alternating in this big brown stone palace,
waiting for Billy to wake up. He'd never
miss you'll beg your pardon, Lucille-I
meant he'd not care to join US. The-the