Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-09

unpleasantly pallid host, with skin drawn
like parchment over his lean jaws, his hair
and mustache unnaturally black, sat at one
end and Ito the dismay of Miss Blocker.
Miss Posey Winstanley upon his left, oppo-
site my Lady Channel Fleet in a rumpled
cotton blouse. still wearing the turquoise
earrings, with the addition of turquoise
chain to hold her eyeglasses.
Posey, in severely plain white wolfe. with
a picture hat and white feathers framing
stars that she had had Helen Carstairs'
example In dress long enough to profit by
it for this occasion. She saw In half
glance that her frock. the result OF the best
Roads, who called her by name in fitting
her, could not vie with the dove-colored
CONNECTION with it's all-over embroideries
that sat so easily upon Helen's erect form;
but she knew that it was unobtrusive, and
the little slip of mirror above her washing
stand had told she was at her best.
1t had been an ordeal, that OF dressing
while her cross roommate who made a vir-
tue of what she called retiring early,
continued at intervals to extend her head
like turtles from its shell and inquire
whether Miss Winstanley would be very
much longer! Posey was fain to go outside
and have the finishing touches put to her
toilet by the stewardess Mrs. CASHIER, the
bib of whose white apron covered sympa-
supper, and that the ladies to be present
were dead set against the beauty OF the
ship. When she had stuck the last pin Mrs.
CASHIER materially informed Miss Win.
stanley that she looked pretty enough to
beat the Jews, and would find her 'ot water
covered with q towel when she came In
again to go to bed, and If she couldn't get
undone herself, never to mind ringing up
Mrs. CASHIER.
Under this cheerful inspiration Posey had
marched into the saloon to find the others
all in place, an empty chair kept for her at
the hosts left.
She had been hoping to be next Clan
donald-for no reason but that she wanted
1t. Instead, she had but q cold glance from
him across the table at which she quailed
pleasure, and Immediately he turned back
| to his conversation with Prince ZourikOf
about silver or trusts or labor or some of
those tiresome things and looked at her no
more. The only consolation for this awful
blow was that Helen. sitting between Ma
riol and Bobby Vane, had smiled at her
kindly when she came In late.
Miss Bleecker, beside the Graf Won Bau,
who occupied the seat to the left Of Mrs.
IVereker, decided that the world was out of
Joint. Lord Channel Fleet, at the right Of
| his hostess, looked tired. and when Miss
Blocker effusively addressed him upon top
| les Of contemporaneous interest In London,
gave her but scant answers. Graf Won Bau,
| after he had exhausted civilities with the
| lady of the feast, had but eyes and ears
| for the spot where Posey had already be-
i gun to Guido herself In characteristic nom
| sense.
"That girlr' said Miss Blocker, between
l her teeth. to Mr.. Charley Brownlow, q
serious-faced. clean-shaven New York club
nan Of whom the utmost his friends and
| enemies could find to say was that he was
| always everywhere" ut is not enough to
| defy poor dear Mrs. vereker, who hatly
said she should not be asked, but to make