Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-01

tied that in her mind. Besides. no one of
| that name had ever been registered there.
| Al hrsf she thought she would show the
| immature to some of the people at the
| academy and ask for informa ton, but she
| decided that she preferred to unrayel the
mystery alone
| Her method of procedure was a little
| peculiar 1t consisted of nothing more or
| less than more attentive scrutiny of the
| people she saw every day in the cars, on
the streets, In the shops. AS an artist of
no mean ability, Miss Marian always
studied the people with whom she came
In contact. She did it for material But
this quest for an unknown man whose
likeness she had in her possession appar-
entity through his own wish, was a little
the most exciting thing she had ever en-
countered There was a little thrill of
professional pride in the interest. Perhaps
he had seen some of her work admired it,
and sent the miniature out of apprecia ton
of The Feeling of Spring that hung in
MT. van DaeIs ball room, or the Sunset
IN F1fth-ayenue shop. At any rate the
picture was hers by all the rights of nos
session and she meant to keep it,
one evening, on her way up town, she
saw hlm He was sitting opposite her in
me subway train, looking at her. He was
looking at her with the passing casual in
terest a well-bred man takes in pretty
girl, out the sudden reality of the little
immature all but took her breath away.
one recovered herself Immediately, how
ever, with no loss of composure. She stud
led the contour of her grey muff assidu-
ously. After reasonable length of time
she looked up. let her gaze wander over the
car and-happen on him. He was doing
the same thing. Their eyes met His were
wonderfully fascinating eyes-as Marian
nad known for many moons-and il was a
nolnent before she succeeded in getting her
own away. Her station was called and Ma
rlan rose, conscious that Mr. Charles Sev
n1ouf carroll was in the crowd that aIighted
from the train oA
Mr.. Charles Seymour Carroll" she said
hot
ever hope to come I'D to the real Mr.
CharIes Seymour Carroll I saw him to-
night, and he is perfectly glorious Won
INDY proceed TO be Jealous if you like" She
nose is broken
IA; "A week later at the same time she saw
MN again She knew he was looking AT
her as she came up the stairs fo fha Stroat
and the fact was confusing She stanneJ
on her skirt. While struggling to maintain
her equilibrium she felt a steadying hand
voice said:
Pardon mer'
Turning, she met the eyes of Mr.. Charles
Seymour Carroll.
Il thank YOU" she said sD;,a5 1,oo,,,o,,.
and fled around the corner TO her lodging
place. ms
1T is most interesting" she confded to
the picture that night 81 believe | am
gong 10 get acquainted with him after all
Ihough L must be most careful not to
hirt; He doesn't look like the fiirtatious
KIND There is one thing of which | am
convinced; he never saw or heard of me
he just feels interested in me because /
seemed so terribly fascinated with him.
80 you 90 not belong to me. Just a strange
streak of fortune brought you to me- and
snail have to give you up"
Naturally 1t was easy enough to see that
the picture did not belong to her since the
man who sent it did not know her and
Marian had grown dubious about her ar
tIstic reputation being responsible for the
gift There was some mistake and II
10 the sender. But how to get it to him
was the question.
She wrapped the little picture in the
paper that it had arrived in, tied It with
the white ribbon and inserted the card with
the Christmas greeting under the bow She
had made up her mind that to keep the
thing longer was dishonorable. The next
morning she put the packet in her muff as
she started down to the academy. What
quite clear in her mind. Circumstances
would have to reveal a solution. She
carried it three days before she saw him.
He was pacing up and down the station
platform as she came hurrying down the
steps to catch the train that had just pulled
in. He was making no effort to catch the
train. He turned in his walk and looked at
her as she made a dash for the ticket WIN
dow. He was looking at her, she knew
when she started for the train and the
guard shut the door in her face. She looked
Carroll were the only ones left on the plat
form as the train banged on its way.
Opportunity comes once into every life.
Marian felt this was her golden moment
and was deadened with the realization that
she was not equal to the occasion. She