Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-16

furniture with bed like church pew, but
he likes 1t, and the man nurse That taxes
care of him says he's better already for
the change. It's ridiculous for only US two
to try to fill this regular little palace, isn't
it? If I were home, 1 could ask some of
the girls, but, over here l don't know any
but one and we haven't actually got
chaperon for me yet. We talked of it, you
know, but when it came to the point, daddy
dreaded her being perched up between US
like Poe's raven, at meals, and everywhere,
and so PUT it off. Perhaps, if you live
here you wouldn't mind giving me a word
of advice about how to do things. There's
hOusekeeper that goes with the house,
and she engaged the extra servants, such a
lot ] never saw l came out into the gar
den to get rid of the whole kit and Doodle
OF them! But after while I'll learn my
way, and then not feel so awkward as l do
now. Maybe you are thinking it strange
why l don't know these things, but I've
no mother. and no near relations but daddy,
and till now we've lived in very plain
way, at home"
Lady Ca mpstown's heart melted ihconti-
nently. The rapidity and scope of the girls
condolences were atoned for by her youth
and the direct gaze of her childlike eyes,
to say nothing of the beauty that had been
sinking into the old lady's impressionable
senses. Also her ladyship was always
genuinely interested in the details of a
perllous illness, and those of the invalid's
recent grave attack of pneumonia were
received with not to say satisfaction, but
something that nearly approached it. She
gave the girl much sound advice, and as
they strayed together onward from point
to point through the grounds, which Lady
Campstown knew con amore. she found
herself equipped with astonishing relish
Tor the situation so Unexpectedly attained
When they were both quite out of breath
with talking and walking she furthermore
accepted, graciously, an invitation to step
indoors and rest. She had thought her
new friend a tyro in social arts, but when
they reached the top of the long, hot
cleaning flight of white marble stairs and
stood together between the ported bamboos
and pelargoniums in the vestibule was
pleased to have her step back with charm
ing grace and execute little curtesy, say
Il don't think you. can know that my
name is Pamela Winstanley, and I'd be
very glad if you wouldn't mind telling me
yours"
1t is not, therefore, to be numbered
among things incredible that soon after 4
o'clock that afternoon, when the sun, like
barrier Of the Esterels, leaving the world
to. darkness and sudden glacial chill
Miss Winstanley, attended by one of her
brand-new footmen carrying sheaf of rare
little green doorway in the fowery wall
dividing Villa Refine des Fees from Villa
Julia. She was wrapped in smart fur
lined cloak, and her mission was to take
tea with Lady Campstown!
A trim maid ushered her into the long
low drawing room with Its hangings Of sun
mower yellOW, It's mirrors and consoles and
twin empire sofas its sqaure of dull-red
Turkey carpet in the center of q slippery
waste of parQuetry, its brass-trimmed ia
bles and chairs bought with the house
and never altered. But over all had been
d1nused look of home that Villa Refine
des Fees could not attain. There was a
FOLDING screen covered with miniatures, be-
hind the couch wherein Lady Campstown
sat crocheting in rosy wool one Of the new
pelerines neigeuses; there were flowers and
books and a wide writing table, with silver
bound blotting book and silver fittings. A
small table, covered with a web of white
linen and lace that a cardinal might have
worn upon a day of fiesta, was spread for
the tea to be brought in by and by: and
Posey did not know that to fit it to her
guests age and supposed tastes, LADY
Campstown had sent q special messenger
to the Rue d Antibes for marrons glaces and
wondrous crystallized fruits!
A little fire. Of gnarled olive roots. nine
cones and eucalyptus boughs was blazing
on the hearth. The girl, carrying her own
flowers now, paused on the threshold with
an exclamation of delight
ON, how good. how sweet of you to let
me comet" she cried, land, please. would
you think me very rude If sat down on
pussy?"
The tea over. the new friends talked
with ever-increasing cordiality Lady
Campstown soon knew all there was To
know OF the girls former modest position
In life and her recent information by her
father that she was expected to spend his
large income as she pleased.
! He asked me. poor dear not to hold