Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-23

anne introduced her to Marie and tried to
appear very easy and natural,
Marie. herself, 1t must be confessed, was
something of a disappointment. She looked
as though she might always have lived in
Warren. She was not a bit shy, and talked
to the girls in English as pure as their own:
Who is that girl Miss Allen?" she asked
suddenly. The one in blue"
Lucia colored and bit her lip. Lii and
Nell giggled. That decided it. Lucia would
not be laughed at.
II don't wonder you ask" she said did
you ever see such Il country"
Marie did not hear her. With an exclama-
ton of 1t is; 1t is Mees Leedia.' she ran
forward and caught her round the waist.
For the second time that afternoon Lucia
stared stupidity at Lydia. So this was the
girl she had met on the train. Everything
was turning out wrong. She hated herself
for the way she had behaved, and oh, how
she wished she were home.
Marie kept Lydia close by her side, and
though the crisp Partisan frock made the
serge look shabbier than ever neither of
them cared. Lydia made quite sensation:
jolly. Even Chauncey Adams. the most
aristocratic boy in the company, approved
of her Lucia wanted to make amends and,
drawing near, asked carelessly:
Having a good time, Lydia?'
Lydia gave startled jump, then her eyes
cleaned wickedly and she said nothing.
Lucia pulled at the ribbon of her reticule
with angry fingers. You seem to be hav-
voice.
1T isn't your fault if I am" said Lydia
over her shoulder as she walked away.
In the dining room they We're having
royal time. When they had eaten all the
dainties they could the maids flied the
glasses again with lemonade.
Madame Denton rose from her seat at the
head of the long table and sal:
Now, young people, let us drink to the
memory of one of the noblest of women
Lydia Doane.'
The toast was drunk in reverent silence.
Then Chauncey calamity added, and to
the health of her reat-great-granddaugh
ter, Lydia Pennington, who will be as
noble"
All eyes were turned upon Lydia. She
flushed deeply and her lip began to tremble.
Then suddenly she fled from the room.
Marie would have followed her. but mad
anne laid OBTAINING hand on her shoulder.
Leave her alone" she said; 'she is ex-
cited
They don't know what a hypocrite l
am half sobbed Lydia as she ran down
the path I'm a thousand times worse
than Lucia and I'm going to tell her So
She found Lucia miserably repentant in
corner of the rustic seat where she could
not see the Minute Man. Lydia touched her
on the shoulder. Lucia twitched herself
away and looked up with poor attempt at
dignity.
Il wish. Lydia Pen" She stopped sud-
denly. for she seemed to hear the Minute
Man say in a deep bass voice. Coward.
a. anu " Soiieoo sou al q WINS anu .ii0
dignity was lost in burst of tears.
Lydia's arms were around her in min
ute, and both were crying. That did them
the world of good. and by the time the
tears were dried they were cuddled close
together. while the Minute Man looked at
them with his marble smile. Children of
the revolution, love one another is what
Lucia heard him say.
I've been a perfect wretch she muir
INJURED penitently
so have l. moaned Lydia.
They were still bemoaning their misdeeds
when Chauncey hunted them up and car
ried them back to join in grand march.
Lucia haltingly explained to Madame
Denton
BLESS you my dear said the old lady,
kindly. "if Lydia forgives you 1 do. Chill
dren of the revolution have to fight battles
just their ancestors did. l am glad you
were victors. Goodnight. 1 want you and
Lydia to come up tomorrow and spend the
day with Marie