Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-11-03

This. then. was fathers treuble-no,
| much. as considered by Lizzie. Mrs
| Price felt sure there was nothing else
always excepting Master Dick and his
| career. But that would come all RICH,
| In the end; everything would be all right
| was all right. So Lizzie worried her.
| self no more.
Joyfully she cut and ate her birthday
cake-L c. IS in pink sugar traced upon
the white sugar by Pricey's deft hand
happy as the days were long; loving hel
| home. gentle mamma, grim papa and
| dear brother Dick-best of Dicks to heI
always. although, alas, to the rest of the
| world showing himself already as an idle
| good-for-nothing Dick.
| Dick. who would not work to please
father. would always play to please her
! By the art of make-belief that lay in Dich
| he could turn common things to joy
| could make the garden fairyland, the
teen now. had done with the grammar
school. so she could enjoy his society
| day after day without dread Of term.
His education was being completed by
Mr. Bowling. the architect and surveyor
He went to the architects Office every
morning, and II only he would learn all
| that Mr.. Bowling could impart ne would
find such high-class technical knowledge
source OF strength and comfort when
very soon, he entered his fathers bust
spared time from the architectural draw
ing for games with his little sister. as
we'll as for much loafing about the town.
He wore smart. loud clothes. with gaily
tinted shirts and ties. looked quite the
gentleman, and, as was soon known, had
; been admitted into friendly companfonship
by some of the real gentlemen. When he
should have been STOPPING over his board
and scale. he had been seen lounging in
the bar of the White Hart Hotel with the
6l6 fy0v he
Hill-such as Mr.. Charlie Padfield, and
! the puffy-facad, whisky-swlling Mr..
Lardner Of Hill Rise. At last, one day,
he brought home with him his most splen-
did friand-a creature of another race. a
dazzling prasence-Mr. Jack Vincent, son
Of the great Sir John, from Hill House,
who deigned to be friend. or idle COM
Tade. with Dick. And. after that day.
smiling, idle Mr.. Jack came again and
again.
Mrs. Price, hou5ekeeper-cousin, lifted
her hands in wonder at his cond ascen-
sion. Mother was fattered and gratified
Only father was sternly inim:cal to this
friendship.
Lizzie heard him once, when her mother
said the connection might be valuable:
| Rubbish! No compliment, I tell you.
They all do it-these young princes. They
look below them for hangers-on. 1t is
them sinking not our bog rising
"Oh, / can't see that!
Let people keep in their places. l say
They'll make bigger fool of Dick than
he is already
Lizzie had no qualms or care. To her
Mr. Jack was many-facetsd flashing
perfection. He lounged in the garden
or. lazily rousing himself played with her
better than Dick even. 1t seemed dis
| loyal to admit this but it was a fact
AS an artist to make-believe, he began
whore Dick left Off If he told you tC
walk war:ly through the thicket and KEEP
| sharp lookout for bears. and then
| sprang out on you, he was a bea--neither
more nor less, and glad were you by hard
running to escape unhugged.
| When with word he wove a new game
| about you. realities skunk away ashamed
! of themselves: his fiction held the stage
OF life. AS, for instance. the wonderful
| often-played game in which he and Lizzie
were a pirate and his wife living for many
| years in island fortresses, and Dick was
British sloop-of-war and It's captain and
| its crew.
He was year older than Dick, and
! yet was quite devoid of arrogance He
| made nothing of his age or Of all his
visible and invisible pomp and sp!endor
| He had blue eyes, dark, close cropped
| hair. the slightest downy mustache and
| the ready smile that was like careless
| profuse sunshine. If poor Dick was fins
| of raiment, he was gorgeous. He had
| white flannel waistcoats with brass but
! tons his shirts were of all colors of the
| rainbow; las ties were like the rainbow
| itself-coliege ties. He was a Cambridge
undergraduate-what Dick would have
wished to be also. He possessed a won
! derful meerschaum pipe that he smoked
assiduously; and this, perhaps, was the
| only thing about which he was ever
serious. He would not permit Lizzie to
touch the bowl with her warm little
paws: he nursed it tenderly in a silk
handkerchief; and his bright face was
I cIouded hy heavy trouble when he feared
that the pipe had been made too hot and
then cooled too rapidly. At the White
Hart Hotel he drank whisky and soda
with Dick, but at Kings Cottage there
was only tea to offer him. He drank II
contentedly and seemed to like it-and