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

where the good-looking, lazy young Eng
liShman was concerned.
The youthful steward who distends him
self for the public good by blowing the
bugle for lunch was, on this occasion, the
agent for Providence to relieve strained
| situation ClandOnaid could not, in the face
| of such blast go on with his implied Oh
! fer of championship. The second-cabin pas
| senger glided swiftly back across her little
! bridge and was seen no more. Miss Win
| stanley, announcing herself half-starved,
! went to her stateroom to wash her hands.
| And his lordship, to calm his feelings, par
| took of certain small. specially reviving,
bitter-sweet draught, which his servant had
| acquired the gentle art of mixing, during
| their sojourn in San Francisco. On the way
| into the dining room he found Marlol just
| ahead of him, amid a congerie of stewards
| hurrying to and from their pantries with
| their arms full of crockery, and in an at
| mosphere tinctured with out-rushing odors
| of caulif1oWer and curried rice gave his
| friend word of counsel
| II have been talking with Miss Winstan-
| ley" he said. THE truth is, Mariol, the
en-, until 1t hurts. You have some friend
| ship, perhaps some influence, with Miss
| Carstairs. Persuade her to be generous
| and take the outsider in. 1t will cost her
| nothing and I'm hanged If l understand
| why she's been such an icicle, as 1t is
| Ibid Miss Winstanley invite your inter-
| cession?" asked Mariol. lodging back from
| contact with inclined plane of mutton
| the White Stars emblem, borne aloft by a
deeply apologize steward.
| mo. Absolutely no. She'd fight to the
| last ditch before she'd give in to them. But
I have an Interior motive 1 want to ask
| the two young women with my dear old
| aunt, Lady Campstown, to play proprlety,
| to come down with you to Beaumano1r some
day next week. and If they hardly
| speak"
Under these circumstances 1 will en-
gage to attempt the impossible, though
whether I achieve it Is quite another story.
| I, too, have been at loss to fathom Miss
| Carstairs apparent intention to ignore our
pretty tablemate I had fancied her too
| sure of her own position to care about q
| mere difference in social status. l have
found her perfectly amiable. But If, by any
chance the discussion of Miss Winstanley
| comes up, there is an Immediate stinening
| of the muscles Of the neck and chin. the
| clear eyes become yelled, and she turns the
subject. I could almost fancy, but that
they never met before, there was some per-
sonal animls btween them"
Tell her the girl Is her devoted lover from
affair." makes her a model in all things, and
that we owe the agreeable notifications OF
the fair Posey's dress and manner exclu-
sively to Miss Carstairs' example"
THAT is a happy suggestion and may &C
complish good results. But did you ever
know a mans eulogy Of woman effect
anything with her own sex? 1t is generally
predispositions. and in precipitating ant
| mostly where latent antipathy had suf-
feed. Still, who could resist the exquisite
hattery Of such imitation as our Posey'f
| of Miss Carstairs? Fix your day for Beau
MANOR, my dear chap. consider ouI
| cause gained in advance
"Lo you know, Mariol." said Clandonaid
| as the two men sat down at table, where
the ladies had not yet arrived IT have
sometimes fancied that you yourself are
getting rather under the spell Of the young
lady you have engaged to placate In Miss
Winstanley's behalf"
do you know, Clan, that never before
suspected You of the imaginative gift
Nothing but Jonah's gourd-was 1t Jonah
and was 1t q guard?-that grew up and
| withered in a night, could have had SO lit
tie time allotted to its natural develop
ment. as fancy by me for Miss Carstairs.
THAT Is no argument I have read Of
love affairs beginning at the statue OF Lib
erty and eliminating before the gulf stream
| was crossed. There Is really no better me-
dunn than mid-Atlantic air for the growth
| Of the tender passion. The leisure of Q
good voyage is hike the forty years OF Eu
! rope compared with the cycle Of Cathay."
1T seems to me that you are exculpa
tory"
> claimed Clandonald, smothering his yer,
genuine regret with forkful of the roas
beef Of old England pastured upon western
J plains.
stanley had awakened In him certain emo
tons of q simple elementary sort that, II
| spite Of him, still twanged upon his heart
strings. pleasingly. He had, however
BY no for
had offered her his sympathy. While tn
normal vanity Of the male creature thrilled
| In Quickened interest in response to 1t, hi
Judgment, his sense of responsibility, nay
Of honor, called upon him loudly to let tn
| thing 60 no further. patent and auda
| cious coQuette on the surface, she was a
l heart q child who had az yet tasted no real