Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-02-11

For the hundredth time in one-tenth as
MANY DAYS Mrs. Russell was descantihe
upon the glories of q title and rela'lns 'he
advantages of permanent reslueiie'
abroad Her stepdaughter looked bored
but patient.
Mamma means WELL she thought re-
signedly. but she doesn't realize the eiec'
on my disposition
HE has at least FIVE different places
pursued Mrs. Russell warmly. "iHipie-
don Manor Is only one, and you kno" no"
magnificent that is or could be. with a lie"
hundred thousand put out on II. MIN
how YOU would enjoy bringing II paeh u :,
to its pristine elegance" MRS hussei,
was not original And you have no 'eee
to count the cost, Constantia
Not in money. perhaps, marmureo Inc
girl, inaudibly. .,. cue, =.
chance" warningly Lord Burleigh may
. not be the ideal that foolish girl mlsht
fancy, but think 49, ,,,
con but mamma" protested the girl
reused by the apparent endlessness OF the
diatribe. "he is so stu-silent ana queer ;
He doesn't seem to know how to talk
He doesn't need to talk, tar'iS' HIS
title of nobility speaks for him
"A title of nobility-its well he's labeied
with one" under her breath. Aloud: 'What
does that amount to, mamma? You can I
live with it. nor talk with it, nor go ABOUT
with it"
YES. YOU can" she interrupted triumph
antly; that's the beauty of 1t! IL goes
with YOU wherever you go. IhlnR OF gong
back to Boston as Lady Burlelgn! MOI d
girl you know ever had such a chance. l
declare, 1t makes me quite dizzy 10 thihh Vi
itw
Me. too" sighed the girl
Yes indeed ConStantia. complacentlE,
1.-THE title with you everywhere.
Also the one who bestows it on me.
I wouldn't mind being Lady Burleigh. mann
ma, and 1 would truly enjoy spending a
pile of money on Wimbledon Manor, 1t Is
so lovely there-but I'm afraid, mamma, m
afraid"
AFRAID. afraid,' she exclaimed with con-
siderable asperity; what can you possibly
be afraid OFF,
oh l don't know-ever so many things,
vaguely.
But what?'' she persisted. Just tell
me one thing that You could possibly be
afraid of"
wen hesitatingly. for one thing,
might be homesick-I might want to go
back TO America
What nonsense! What possible interest
could you have in America any more?'
Constantia's brown eyes flashed
Boston, and | guess l can't forget about
the heroes who fought for our liberty and
independence, and-and about their graves
in the old Granary burying ground
her tone capitalzing literally, and the
Tea Party and Kings Chapel, and-and
all that! / guess l can't
Constantia was thoroughly in earnest in
her patriotism. though rather vague as to
historical causes.
"Oh, as for that Constantia." noting in
mild wonder her flushed cheeks and shin
ing eyes, you could cross over as often as
you like. You could go every Fourth II
you wanted to- with an attempt at face
tiousness. and give vent to your patriot
ism by firing off toy cannon on the Com
mon" Mrs. Russell breathed easier. She
would be able to manage" Constantia
after all.
How intensely pleasing that would be
TO Lord Burleigh, I'd ask him to hold the
punk " She laughed aloud at the picture
presented by her quick Imagination.
Mercy, Constantia, don't laugh loud,
You know Lord Burleigh can't bear any
thing that savors of-of-wel. you certainly