Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-09-13
CHAPTER VII.

They sat together at small table, look
ing upon a scene which was probably unique
in the history Of the great restaurant The
younger man was both frankly interested
and undoubtedly curious Mr.. Sabin,
though his eyes seemed everywhere, re-
tanned to the full extent that nonchalance
of manner which all his life he had so as
siduously cultivated
1T is wonderful, my dear Felix" he said,
leisurely drawing his cigarette case from
his pocket. wonderful what good-fellow-
ship can be evolved by a kindred interest
in sport. and bottle SO of good cham
taken seriously
Shamrock the fourth! Shamrock the
fourth!'
A tall young American, his thick head Of
hair, which had once been carefully parted
in the middle, little disheveled, his hard,
clean-cut face flushed with enthusiasm, had
risen to his feet and stood with a brimming
glass of champagne high over his head. AL
feet. college boy sprang upon a table
with extended arms. The Yale shout split
the room. The very glasses on the table
ratified.
columbia. Columbian
1t was an Englishman now who
had leaped upon vacant table with
appraised glass. There was an
answering roar of enthusiasm. Every one
a pleasant thrill of excitement at this
unique scene. Felix leaned back in his
chair and marveled.
"One would have imagined" he muir
INJURED, that America and England to-
gether were at war with the rest Of the
world and had won a great victory. To
think that this is all the result of a yacht
race. 1t is incredible
"All your life. my dear Felix Mr.. Sabin
remarked, you have moderated the sport
ing instinct. 1t has a great place among
the impulses of the world. See how it has
brought these people together"
But they are already Of the same kin,
Felix remarked. Their interests and aims
are alike. Their destinies are surely iden-
teal"
Mr. Sabin, who had lit his cigarette.
watched the blue smoke curl upward, and
was thoughtful for a moment.
MY. dear Felix" he said You are
very, very young. The interests of two
great nations such as America and England
can never be alike 1t is the language OF
diplomacy, but it is also the language of
FOOLS
Their conversation was for the moment
interrupted by a fresh murmur Of applause,
rising above the loved hum of conversation,
the laughter of women and the popping OF
corks. A little troop of walters had just
wheeled into the room two magnificent
models of yachts hewn out of blocks OF
solid ice and crowned with flowers. On
the one were the stars and stripes. on the
other the shamrock and thistle. There was
much clapping Of hands and cheering.
Lady Carey, who was sitting at the next
table with her back to them. Joined in the
applause SO heartily that tiny god pencil
attached to her bracelet became detached
and rolled unobserved to Mr.. Sabin's side.
Felix half rose to pick it up, but was sud
denly checked by quick gesture from his
companion.
Leave it," Mr. sabin whispered II
wish to return it myself"
He stopped and picked 1t up, a certain
stealthness apparent in his movement.
Felix watched him in amazement.
"It is Lady Carey's. is 1t not?" he asked.
Yes. Be silent. 1 will give it back to
her presently"
A waiter served them with coffee. Mr..
Sabin was idly sketching something on the
back Of his menu card. Felix broke into a
little laugh as the man retired.
Mysterious as ever" he remarked.
Mr. Sabin smiled quietly. He went on
with his sketch.
impatient, but you must remember that 1
have come all the way from Europe in re-
Spouse to a very urgent message. AS yet
I have done nothing except form very
uncomfortable third at a luncheon and tea
party, and listen to a good deal of enigmatic
conversation between you and the charming
Lady Carey. This evening / made sure
that should be enlightened. But no! You
have given me wonderful dinner-from
you 1 expected it. We have eaten terrap1n,
canvas-back duck, and many other things
the names of which alone were known to
me- But of the reason for which you have
summoned me here-I know nothing. Not
one word have you spoken. 1 am beginning
to fear from your avoidance of the subject
that there is some trouble between you and
Lucille l beg that you will set my anxiety
at rest"
Mr. Sabin nodded.
"It is reasonable" he said. Look here!'
He turned the menu card round. On the
back he had sketched some sort of a device
with the pencil which he had picked up,
and which instead of black lead contained
a peculiar shade of yellow crayon. Felix
sat as though turned to stone.
: TRY" Mr.. Sabin said smoothly, "and