Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-02-25

fine brown hair. that color which has no
appropriate metaphor. (At least. have
never found one. and am not in love with
her and never was) Warburton has de-
scribed to me her eyes. so | am positive
that they were as heavenly blue a ra-
jah's sapphire. Her height is of no mo-
ment. What man ever troubled himself
about the height OF a woman so long as he
wasn't understood himself. What pleased
Warburton was the exquisite skin. He
was always happy with his comparisons
and particularly when he likened her skin
TO the bloomy olive pallor of a young
peach. The independent stride was distin-
guishfngly American. All. the charm of
these women who are my countrywomen,
They come. they go. alone unattended.
courageous without being bold, self-reliant
without being rude; inimtable. In what
an amiable frame of mind Nature must have
been on the day she cast these molds! But
proceed The young woman's chin was
tilted, and Warburton could tell by the
dllated nostrils that she was breathing
in the gale with all the joy of living filling
her healthy lungs with 1t that rare
daughter of the Cypran Isle might have
done as she sprang that morn from the
jeweled Mediterranean spray. that beggar's
brooch of Neptune's.
Warburton's heart hadn't thrilled so since
the day when he first donned cadet gray
There was scarce any room for her to
pass between his chair and the rail; and
this knowledge filled the rascal with ex-
ultation. Nearer and nearer she came
He drew in his breath sharply as the cor
caught her raincoat.
Il beg your pardon" he said sitting up.
She quickly released her coat smllel
family, and passed on.
sometimes the most lasting impressions
are those which are printed most lightly
on the memory. Mr.. Robert says that he
never VIII forget that first smile. AMI he
d1dnt even know her name then.
L was about to engage your attention
with description of the villain. but ca
second thought l have decided that 1t
would be rather unfair. For at tina: mo-
nent he was at a disadvantage Nature
was Furnishing him for a few shortcomings
The steward that night informed Warbur-
ton, In answer to his inquiries. that he
the villain. was dreadfully seascK and
was begging him, the steward, to sctttle
the ship and have done with it, / have my
doubts regarding this. Mr.. Rohect is IN
clned to hippancy al times 1t wasn't sea-
sickness; and after all is said and done Il
is putting II harshly 10 call this man a
villain. / recant. True vllainy is always
based upon sefshness. Remember this.
my wise ones
Warburton was somewhat subdu.I when
he learned that the suffering gentleman
was her father.
What did you say the name was" lie
asked innocently. Until now he hadn't
had the courage to put the question II
any one or to prowl around the pursers
books.
"Annesley; Colonel Annesley ana daugh-
ter" answered the unsuspecting steward
Warburton knew nothing then OF ths
mental tragedy going on behind the colo
nefs stateroom door How should he
have known? On the contrary he be-
Heved that the father of such a girl must
be a most knfghtly and courtly gentle
man. He was. in all outward appearance.
There had been time. not long since.
when he had been knighted and courted In
all things.
Surrounding every upright man there ia
mire. and If he steps not Wisely he is
lest. There is coming back: step by
step he must go on and on, TIL he van
ishes and bubble rises over where he
but lately stood. That he misstepped nno-
Gently does not matter; mire and evil have
neither pity nor reason. To spend what ~
not ours and then try to recover 1t. TO
hide the guilty step: this Is futitr.
From the alpha men have made
this step; to the omega they will make ii.
with the same unchanging futiity. After
all, 1t is money. Money is the root OF all
evil: let him laugh who will. in his heart OF
hearts he knows it.
Money! Have you never heard that siren
call to you. call seductvely from her rag
ged isle, where lurk the reefs of greed and
selfshness? Money! What has this siren
not to offer? Power. ease. glory. luxury:
aye, i had almost said love! But, no; love
is the gift Of God money is the invention
of man: all the good. all the evil, in the
heart of this great humanity
CHo be continued Monday