Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-02

Moraritys blue eyes opened wide Il believe"
she said breathlessly, Il really believe that that
girl with the red hair is 3-23-o3l" And the little
blind god nodded complacently, for things
going we'll
From that night, Miss Moriarity's interest was
on the increase. She watched for the five thirty
call with degree of interest second only to Miss
Elinor Pancoast's own; using her opportunities
hello girl" she came in time to know almost
much about "3-23-f IS" affairs as did that young
herself She made psychic third,
memorable automobile ride one Saturday afternoon
Miss Morarity always had wanted to go automo-
biling-this almost good She brought
herself up to fine state of excitement, wondering
if she would wear his violets at certain dance.
She learned that his name was Thorpe, which she
did not consider much of name for so interesting
a parsonage; that he something in the Stock
Exchange, and of course wanted to marry Miss
Pancoast, who apparently wanted to marry him;
but there evidently some obstacle which was
not made clear in any of the telephone
munications-then just when her interest and
curiosity at fever heat the daily calls suddenly
ceased
Now it is probable that Miss Moriarity who was
more imaginative than the average person of
her age and SEX would have forgotten her dis
appointment, in her affairs, had not Dan Cupid
at this juncture taken hand An important day
in her own life approaching, and on the strength
of this Miss Moriarity had asked to be relieved from
might go with Mr.. Brown to inspect that halo
encircled fiat
Later they walked in the park, forgetting the
frost in the air, when eternal springtime dwelt in
their hearts, and turning abruptly into one of the
little winding paths that obliging park COM
missioner had laid out for the delectation of lovers
they face to face with another pair. One
fleeing, startled glance sufficient to Miss
Moriarity that the girl Miss Pancoast, and the
certainly not Thorpe
"She has gone back on him. was her first in
ward comment, and little thrill of disappointment
seized her. Fathfulness the first law in Miss
Moriarity's code. Then it occurred to her that
Miss Pancoast seemed white, in spite of the keen
air, and that there were faint circles under her
blue eyes.
Perhaps" she specialized, "she didn't want to-
Perhaps" with a wisdom gained from much perusal
of "paper-backs," taken from the circulating Ii
brary perhaps it's her people who to blame,
because this one has more money" and here Mr..
Brown claimed her attention.
Ever see a 1ord-a real live lord Kit?" he
demanded Miss Moriarity shook her bright head.
Then take look at the chap we just passed.
His names Kisterbrook, and he's the real thing
just imported How do | know, did you say?
Why he has dealings with the company, and comes
into the Office occasionally. l suppose he is
here to bag American heress. Well, l wish him
joy" Miss Moriarity did not reply. Her eyes,
big and round with wonder, were turned in the
direction in which the other pair had disappeared.
real live lord Fred had said. So that why
Mr.. Thorpe had stopped calling up "3-23-63"
every evening; even his square chin and broad
shoulders would hardly count in with
title.
Il think he looks as if he might be rather
NICE she said finally. Nov, Fred we must
hurry for l promised to be back at the office
at FIVE"
To disinterested observer Lord Kisterbrook did
tbery