Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-05-07

Rex for you. You seemed TO care for the
dog Perhaps that was a mere seeming,
too; but l could not bear to look at the
brute again, because he is associated with
you"
Nasty temper these southern men have"
said Nancy, wiping her eyes. I'D hate to
marry one of them. Now, a northern man
would have said it all his fault. and
that he should never have dared to dream
that L could love him. and that I would be
a sacred memory, and all that sort of thing.
Don't talk to me about southern chyalry
Give me Bar Harbor."
What are you going to do with the
dog?" asked the chaperon practically
"Oh, he'll be all right" the girl said care
lessiy. Poor fellow" she added, ambig-
uously, dabbing cologne water on her eyes
and signing deeply.
1T looks to me-. said the experienced
and suspicious chaperon, "as If that broken
hearted and guileless young lover were In a
| fair way toward getting even"
Nancys income isn't large. at best, and
hotel expenses had been playing havoc with
bank account already depleted by organdy
Irocks, picture hats and other ammunition.
But after the passing of the Vrginian the
| financial situation became tragic. An ac-
tive, voraciouS and bad tempered maStiff at
| swell hotel Is proposition that calls for
| gold. yea, for much fine gold Nancy found
| that out the morning after the storm when
with suspiciously pink eyelids. she strolled
| down to the stables to look at her dog.
| She had had some idea of sitting down be-
| side the great. clumsy. forsaken brute, and
putting her arms around his neck and drop
| ping tear upon his faithful head, for re-
| membrance sake The sentiment appealed
! to her. and her artistic soul suggested that
| she and the dog would make rather a
| fetching tableau. 1t seemed a pity that
| the Stablemen would be the only spectators
but a genuine artist loves art for arts sake
| Still, when the young woman discovered
| the German baron waiting in the stable
door for a mount she couldn't help feeling
that Providence was kind. Uniuckily the
| program didn't turn out exactly as planned
| Rex had no soul for art The stabIemen
| had made him tired, and his master hadn't
| turned up. and when Nancy appeared and
| ordered him unclaimed. he promptly knock
\ ed her down and jumped on her in playful
| sport. When the baron and the riding
master pulled him off. the radiant vision in
| organdy and pink roses looked sadly demon
| allied.
| That night Nancy sat down and did sums
! Then she went to the office and changed
her second-fioor corner room for small
one on the fourth floor back. She was nav
| ing for box stall in the stables The hotel
| was charging her an absurd price for dog
| board. One OF the grooms, for a liberal
| consideration. had agreed to look after the
| dog s general comfort. The cook for 81 a
| week, would keep on preparing the menu
| that the Virginian had laid down for his
dog. and Nancy's own waiter thought uu-
| der persuasion, that he could conscientious
| ly promise to take three meals a day out
| to the box stall. The chaperon grinned, and
| Nancy's compassion for the Iovelorn Vir-
gilman waned. but as she said, one couldn't
| allow an innocent dog to die. just because
he came high.
| The groom. who knew a good deal about
| dogs. and spoke as one having authority,