Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-05-13

ner. and mamma wants me to take on
flesh. 1 don't see why, when every morning
she does exercise to take away nesh. II
just seems as II a body is never just the
right size
but the pickles-what sort" suggested
Philip Morley with eyes dancing.
''Oh, | want them big and round and tat
and green. They keep that sort in a barrel
at shop in Sth street. 1t makes me so
hungry every time we go past that l have
asked Miss Drake to walk on the other side
of the street."
Have you any dill pickles. asked Nor
ley and the waiter actually smiled as he
nodded assent.
Anything besides pickles?"
"Oh, yes. some fried potatoes-Miss Drake
says they so bad for your complexion
and some green Ice cream with red cher
ries on top of it-like mamma had at her
Christmas luncheon. l guess that's all"
She leaned back in her chair smiling hap
PLY.
Morley was studying the menu industri-
ously. Finally he said:
Il think we had best have a few things
between the pickles and the ice cream. SO.
If you will permit me-
Certainly replied Isabel with airy grace
odd in worldly wise child of nine.
For hour the waiter came and went,
bearing wonderful dainties set forth in
| paper cases on lace doylies. There had
been times in the past when Morley had
! felt cause for complaint against this very
| waiter, but not tonight He made remark
to Isabel to the effect that there were adj
vantages in going about with princess,
| even in a New York restaurant.
The green ice cream with its crown of
crimson cherries had been served the or
chestra was playing an arrangement Of
| popular songs, and Isabel leaned forward
with a beatifc expression on her face.
Uncle Morley, l think l should like to
hear a fairy tale set to this music
LAS your majesty mean your gracious
| highness-wills. What sort of a story?"
"Oh, something very nice, indeed about
l ~, tho prin h >rrn In
like you.
Morley stirred his coffee thought9uliy.
"Ah, yes. a princess very beauttful-j-;st
the sort of woman I hope you will make
proved upon. You know princes are not
as good in this age as they were wnen dear
old Grimm lived. But still, in his way,
this prince was very decent and very much
in earnest-about the princess"
Did he marry her?'
mo, you there was only one princess,
but there were many princes. My prince
had very little to offer her. The crown
f1owers-lovely fresh fowers-whlle The
other prince-I mean one of the other
princes-could give her crown of solid
gold set with the most wonderful gems you
can imagine. Then the Prince of the
Golden Crown had nothing to do but dance
attendance on the princess, while he of the
flower crown had to go forth every morn
ing to vanquiSh most tfreSOme and unin
teresting army of dull duties. And some
times when he came home at night very
tired, and wanted to go to see the beautiful
princess that he might forget the cares of
the day and the fears of the morrow, he
could not leave his own castle, because his
queen mother who was no longer young
nor beautiful nor attractive, suffering
and lonely. and she needed him even more
than he needed the beautiful princess"
Was the poor prince handsomor than
the one who had the crown of gold?" de-
manded the imaginative child breathlessly.
They always are, you know, in the
Stories-'
Morley twirled his spoon on the table,
cloth.
mo I don't think he was, but he loved
the princess very much better than the
other man did, and finally there came a
day when he started to tell her that even If
his crown was only of flowers. he had The
courage to gather fresh ones for her every
day, going forth early while the dew was
still on the buds. But the Prince of the
Golden Crown got there first"
i don't like that story. and you ought
to tell pretty one on my night off," OBJ
jeoted Isabel
We'll. then, we will add a postscript
She tried the crown of gold and 1t hurt her
head-and then she wrote to your prince
and asked him to come back and bring the
crown of flowers. And it was SO much
nicer to wear, much lighter and sweetcr.
that she sent the gold crown back to its
owner"
And they lived happily ever afterr' fin
ISieu lSotDel lTIuIlpndHlIy. oN, GEAR,
there goes my slipper l was so cited l
guess I kicked it off"
AS Morley bent over to replace the white
kid trife, the party at the table just behind
them, on the other side of the palms arose
The man looked regretfuly at a half-fin-
ished bottle of wine.
What's the hurry? The curtain does not
rise until S:3O!'
over her shoulder Il know. but 1 want
a drive before we go to the theater 1t is
close in here"
The man. who had laid down a crisp note
what surly fashion:
Yes, 1 noticed you were bit seedy to-
night They play will brace you up"
Four hours later Gertrude Remington
entered her sister-in-laws room. Her face
was pale but her eyes were bright. almost
gttering in treir light.
Emily L don't care what you and Dick
say! don't believe a thing you heard
about Philip Morley-and-and I'm not go
ing TO marry Mr.. Dunstan."
Young Mrs. Remington dropped into the
nearest chair
DO you mean to say you will throw Dun
STAINS millions to the wind?'
Just that! WIN you please break the
news to Dick?'
Then she fled back to her own room. and
turning up her night lamp, wrote a note in
feverish haste:
Dear Philip: l have been foolish and un-
reasonable. but know you will forgive and
forget. You did not see me t0nipht-hrt 7
heard you-behind the palms You are
rlght-the gold crown does not fit VIII Won
bring the dear old violet one tomorrow "a
usual? GEPTPIrotH,
And at this same moment, in the RIancb-
ard library. Philip Morley was saving to
his friend, just arrived from Philadelphia:
Yes, the Princess Isabel and | took a
night oh-out for dinner and then to the
pantomime. She enjoyed II immenseIv end
If ! We're you, Hal. I'd drop a Lint to nv
wife that her maid Jane, is not a fit person
to be with child of Isabers Imaginative
ternupr1 me