Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-08

were a Japanese print. taken from por
trait of you. In oils. by Whistler"
Il must see her"
That's easily arranged. She's going t.
play at Barillon's concert tomorrow after
noon ...
Take me-" said Mrs. Otway.
She attended the concert; she saw Vivlen
He'll break her heart" she thought; =.
must save her somehow
She went behind the scenes to congratu
late Barillon, and she asked to nave VlViel
presented to her. Vivien was much touched
by the kindness of the celebrated Mrs Ut
| way, and when that lady offered to drive
her home, she accepted the proposal gladly
Their talk on the way to Blenhelm crescent
was trivial enough. But when Mrs. OtwaJ
reached the house. she. too, stepped out o.
the carriage and entered it with Vivien.
Il love to see an environment she ex
planned.
The drawing room. which overlooked q
square was plainly furnished; Crane
piano was the costly object; the few pic
lures on the walls were photographs o.
paintings in the National Gallery and OF
statues in the British Museum.
A salow man about fve-and-forty was
sitting by the window. smoking a cigarette
Vivien introduced him TO Mrs. Otway as
Mr.. Bembridge.
where's Cecil?" he asked. after some
forced remarks about the concert and the
weather.
In his room. 1 suppose" said vivien
coldly: and Mr.. Bembrdge, with an
ashamed air. left the two ladies together
Mrs. Otway realized that Bembridge was
one of the girls admirers that the gir
was tired of him; that he was by no means
tired Of the girl.
He's a very old friend of my brothers,
said Vivien; hes a barrster.
Mrs. Otway stood by the mantelplece
looking at the ornaments.
Who's that?" she asked. suddenly, as
her eyes fell on the miniature of hand
some man in a red uniform. -,
~, ro1o tive
tant one"
Indeed" said Mrs Otway, still staring
1t was her own father-the dashing, in
constant. unprincipled Capt OReii!y-
l. Il seem to know his face said Mrs
Otway; who painted the miniature!
my mother said Vivien.
Your Mother
yes she painted the miniatures
rs she living?'
"Oh, no, 1 don't even remember her
And did your father marry again
asked Mrs. Otway subtly.
He, too, is dead. 1 never saw him
Then they both studied the miniature
When they looked away they looked int
each others eyes; then they looked. with
flashing eyes, into the mirror In front o.
them. There was no installing the resem
blance.
II was especially anxious to see you
said Mrs Otway in husky tones. because
1 was told we were SO much alike. Are
we? We are certainly like him. She
pointed 20 the miniature. Il may as wei
tell YOU at once-as he Is one of your rela
tives. I'm very lonely haven't kith OIL
kin. If you are a cousin-or anything
should be delighted. He-he was my ia
ther.'
Vtylen was more emotional than Mrs OF
way, She was also ten years younger-less
trained to conceal or to control her girlisf
feelings.
your father" she repeated. bursting into
tea full laughter; then l may as well tel
IIa mir | alOns
that l should hear something extraordinary
in minute. What worldS
Mrs. Otway threw her arms around the
girl. and they wept together with joy be-
cause it was so new, strange, and over.
whelming to feel the right to love another
human being in peace and unquestioned.
I'm engaged to that Mr. Bembridge.
said Vivien, presently. And I'm in such
trouble. 1t is all fate that you came today
never believed in prayer, but lately
have been praying for woman friend who
would understand this and help me- don't
love Bembridge any more. have met some
body else love ten thousand times better
Bembridge has been waiting for me to grow
up-it is dreadfully hard on him, and he has
been SO good to me. But cannot marry
him.
Can you marry this other man2''
"Yes-but not for year or two"
HAS he spoken of marriage?"
Not in So many words.
"Ahr'
But he means that. of counsel"
"Hm!"
Don't say 'H'm!' If you saw him, YOU
would know he was In earnest"
How long have you known him?"
"A fortnight"
Good heavens! And how often have
you met him?"
"six times. He's coming to call on uncle
this afternoon. Now I have just found you
don't want to send you away. Won't you
wait and see him-just for a minute?"
Nor said Mrs. Otway. He might think
It was arranged Men hate being stared al
when they call I'll go away now. but I'll
come again and see you tomorrow morning. "