Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-08-04

be tremendously cynical, but the poor boy is
really absurdly warm hearted. He hates suf-
fering, and so he hates the mere idea OF war.
But war is not new thing" said Emile.
There have been several wars in the last
years"
1T is because only tonight he has imagin-
| atively realized the true significance of dear
papas business" Mcent answered.
"He is shocked " said Emile.
"Yes. He is carried away by his feelings.
He doesn't see that the rate of the worlds
evolution cannot be hurried, and that all
standards of right and wrong are purely rela-
tive
You have a marvellous comprehension,
murmured Emile
She half closed her eyes, and glanced at him
through her eyelashes &" 1t is good thing,
she said that Norah knows SO well how to
manage him. Her idea of getting him to take
her out in the gondola was sheer genius Now,
should never have thought of that. Here
they come! | must say that poor dear Maurice
has soon learned the art of being gondolier.
He is very quick in some things
The boat with its ball of fire suspended at
the prov, shot darkly toward them. On the
cushions could be seen the reclining form of
Norah and Maurice erect behind her, manipu
lated the single oar and brought the craft with
a sweep to shore.
Nora sprang out Good night dearest
Millvl" she whispered, kissing her future sister
in law. Maurice will see me home. Thanks
SO much for lovely day.!
At the same moment the Crampiron landau
advanced Norah, having shaken hands with
Emile Berger, got IN: Maurice absolutely
silent, followed her; the door slammed, the
footman leaped to the box the paving steeds
broke at once into fast trot and the whole
affair vanished in the distance.
Emile was now lett alone with MilliCent.
Millicent was the most enchanting human
phenomenon he ever had encountered. She
was so utterly unlike Frenchwomanl She
was tall she had a perfect complexion; she
scorned feminine Devices she never tried to
attract. She was above all those dupliCties
by which women carry on the battle OF the
sexes in Latin countries. She was sincere and
candid, and yet how mysteriousl To an
Englishman she was a fine specimen of the
well educated English girl; but to Emile she
was something exotic and precious. He was
beginning to be in love with her At least he
was beginning to be jealous of Lord Don
castle.
As they walked to and fro in the soft OBJ
security of the June night and talked OF the
days doings, the righteousness of him, Emile
Berger, daring to be jealous OF the Prime Min
lister of England, came clearly home to him
as also the righteousness of him allowing HIM
self to love a Millicent. 1t not her posi-
| ton and her fathers wealth that most made
him pause it was Millicent. She was in her
self so superior to him! She had not gone
mad about the beauty of the statue! 1t was
indeed impossbl to move her to enthusiasm
And she had such disconcerting insight! He
felt that she understood him profoundly, that
she estimated him at exactly his true value
which was nothing, and that it was useless
| to try to impose upon her. Still, all this did
| not prevent him from continuing to fall deeper
| into that abyss which is called love. More
over he had a charming surprise.
What did Lord Domestic mean" he asked
| her, after long exciting silence, when he
said that peace was barbara and cruel like
| war;"
Nothing" said Millicent shortly" no
| thing whatever. 1t was merely silly. But
he cannot resist the temptation to say things
| like that.
| Here she was, critcizing Lord Domestic to
him with the most confidential freedom His
| heart danced.
Its great pity" she added; because"
She did not finish the sentence. Emile
wished she had not begun it; for it seemed to
| imply that after all she had certain adnira-
| ton for Lord Domestic.
Then the Crampiron carriage returned. as
| it had gone, with dizzying rush, and deposited
a taciturn Maurice, and vanished once more.
| And simultaneously the scarlet end of cigar
| came from the opposite direction.
That's papa" said Mllllcent.
| 1t was. The ruby no longer glowed in the
statue.
Good night dad!' she cried; but stayed
to kiss him. Good night Lord Byronr' she
threw at Maurice.
Emile encouraged by her animadversions
on Dopcact1e boldly walked off with her under