Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-03-24
XIV,
A Fine Heroine, Too.
Friday morning.


ordinary amount of force and power of
will. Though the knowledge of it was not
patent to her, she was philosopher. She
always submitted gracefully to the inevi-
table. She was religious, too, feeling as
sured that God would provide. She did not
go about the house, moaning and weeping;
she simply studied all sides of the calamity,
and looked around to see what could be
saved. There were moments when she was
even cheerful There were no new lines In
her face; her eyes were bright and eager.
All persons of genuine talent look the
world confidently in the face; they know
exactly what they can accomplish. AS
Karloff had advised her, she did not trouble
herself about the future. Her violin would
support her and her father. perhaps in COM
Portable circumstances. The knowledge OF
this gave her silent happiness, that KIND
which leaves upon the face serene and
beautiful calm
At this moment she stood on the veranda,
her hand shading her eyes. She was study
ing the sky. The afternoon would be clear;
the last ride should be a memorable one.
The last ride! Tears blurred her eyes and
there was smothering sensation in her
throat. The last ride. After today Jane
would have new, strange mistress. 1t
only she might go to this possible mistress
and tell her how much she loved the ami
NAL, to obtain from her the promise that
she would be kind to it always. How mys-
teriously the human heart spreads its ten
drills around the objects of its love! What
is there in the loving of dog or a horse
that, losing one or the other, emptiness
is created? Perhaps it is because the heart
goes out wholly without distrust to the
faithful, to the undeceiving, to the dumb
but loving beast, which, for all its strength,
is so helpless. "
She dropped her hand and spoke to James,
who was waiting near by for her orders
James, you will have Pierre fill sad
a T,ln rrrrn ,ln toe trx-a 1ypi oy,1
forks, and so forth. We shall ride in the
north country this afternoon. 1t will be
your last ride. Tomorrow the horses will
be sold" How bravely she said it!
Yes, Miss Annesley.' Whom were they
going to meet in the north country? "At
what hour shall bring the horses around?''
AT three"
She entered the house and directed her
steps to the study. She found her father
arranging the mornings mail. She drew
up chair beside him, and ran through
her own letters. An invitation to lunch
with Mrs. Secretary of State; she tossed it
into the wastebasket. A dinner-dance at
the Country Club, ball at the Brazilian
legation tea at the German embassy a
box party at some coming play, an infor-
NAL dinner at the Executive Mansion; one
by one they futtered into the basket. A
bill for winter furs, a bill from the dress
maker, one from the millner, one from the
glover and one from the florist; these she
laid aside. reckoning their sum total and
frowning- How could she have been 50 ex-
travagant? She CHANGED to look at her
father. He was staring rather stupidity at
slip of paper which he held in his trem-
bling fingers.
What is it?" she asked, vaguely trou-
bled.
81 do not understand" he said, extending
the paper for her inspection.
Neither did she at first.
''Karloff has not done this went on her
father, "for it shows that he has had it dis
counted at the bank. 1t is canceled-it is
paid did not have twenty thousand in the
bank. L did not have even a quarter OF
that amount to my credit. There has teen
some mistake. Our real estate agent ex-
poets to realize on the home not earl .er than
Monday morning. In case it was not sold
then, he was to take up the note personally
This is not his work or L should have been
notified" Then, with burst of grief
give me? How can / forgive myself?''
Father. l am brave. Let us forget IT
will be better So
She kissed his hand and drew it lovingly
across her check. Then she rose and moved
toward the light. She studied the note care
fully. There was nothing on it save Kar-
loft S writing and her fathers and the red
imprint of the banks cancellation. Out oil
the window and beyond she saw James
leading the horses to the watering trough
Her face suddenly grew crimson with
shame, and as suddenly as 1t came the
color faded. She folded the note and alb
sently tucked it into the bosom of her dress
Then, as if struck by some strange
| thought her figure grew tense and rigiC
against the blue background of the sky
| The glow which stole over her features
| this time had no shame in it, and her eye:
shone like the waters of sunlit seas l
must never be; no, it must never be.
I'VE shall make inquiries at the bank.
| she said. "And do not be downcast. ia
| Their, the worst is over What mistake:
you have made are forgotten The future
| looks bright to me-"
Through innocent young eyes the futur.
| is ever bright; but as we age We find mos
of the sunshine on either side, and we
| stand in the shadow between. Brave heart
1 glory in your courage. God will provide
for you; He will not let my shadow fall
on you Yours shall be the joy of living
| mine shall be the pain. God bless you!
| wonder how / shall ever meet your mother.
| accusing eyes?"
Father, you must not dwell upon this
| any longer; for my sake you must not
| When everything is paid there will be q
| little left, enough till / and my violin fine
| something to do. After all, the worlds ap
! plause must be fine thing. / can ever
now see the criticisms in the great news.
papers. a former young society woman
| well known in the fashionable circles Of
| Washington, made her debut as a concert
| player last night. She is a stunning young
| person a young queen of the diplomatic
circles, here and abroad, appeared in public
| as a violinist last night. She is a member
| of the most exclusive sets, and society was
/ out to do her homage One of Washing
| tons brilliant young horsewomen, and 81
| forth. Away down at the bottom of this
| column, somewhere, they will add that
l play the violin rather well for an amateur
| In all her trial. this was the one bite
expression, and she was sorry for 1t tn,
moment 1t escaped her.
Happily her father was not listening. HI
| was wholly absorbed in the mystery of tn
l cancelled note.
She had mounted Jane and was gathering
\ UP the rens while James strapped on TIL
1 saddle hamper This done, he climbed int
| the saddle and s!gnlfed by touching
| his cap that all was ready. So the,
| rode forth in the sweet fresh
ness of that November afternoon A stead
| wind was blowing, the compact whit
| clouds sailed swiftly across the brfliian
| heavens the leaves whispered and hutteret
hither and thither. wherever the win