Evening star., 1907-07-14
Mary Inlay ayfor,
.rTHoR OF my LADY cLANCARrY." ETC


maker. WAS admirably suited to .tggrutu-
at" her he auiv and hcr natural grace Mary
was not foulisAly vain. bat SD. WIS too
clever not tn know the ytiu" of Hrr own
attractions, ana too natural not to fee!
pleasure n this her first lttlr tr unin
| Almost I'll" first person To- meet hc~ was
! Portucarrero. and for some reason she was
! always conscious of an unusual interest In
this man with his smooth voic. ana mask
Ike face. That hr Was one of The ciayprest
diplomats AT the capital was Mt tha ele-
. nrnt which appealed 10 her. Il was some
! interest more subtle and personal which
hafilci her dSCtrnmcnt. but made lur lU-
stinctvely certain that n una Is cod her
! and read her thoughts 10y the lwr.'Eht of "A
! subConsciuusness more acu;rly SyWp1tNrt!t
! with her temperament than she fuuad .u
! others. Yet the ambassador WIS "a man
| with an absolutely cold exterior. aEd wjG
! even a suggestion OF cruelty about taH
! half-veiled eyes and the fun bat close
| locked lips. He looked at her now with
| the Kicker of s:n le under his heavy lids
| 1T reassures mo TO Sc you. Miss Had
! ding. he said; you have not lost your
! capacity of enjoyment. Life hos POSSIBLE
tiles. even concealed divlnitics for one Ike
you"
Mary smiled frankly q am rctlly happy
/ tonight" she replied but don't ynu think
] ambassador, that there arr also Il dsappoiHt-
! mPnts and diSiuus uumeutS. hon one can
! both enjoy and suffer 50 krcniy"'
| He shrugged his shoulders ''Ihnr. is \
/ philosophy of life. my dear young lady
he rctorted you must master it,
You meln"' Mary stopped. she felt
! that she was about to touch "A keynote and
knew intuitVeiy that there wgrc ugly quail
! ites behind the mask: that n" rUitar pt
! Wit WAS perhaps u surface urtHm u' Ike
! the toad's. who wore jewel IN his head.
You must learn To enjoy without suf-
! fering; you must take all and give moth
| ing. BE happy and ignore OH" pain, It
isn't worth seeing unless YOU are prepared
! To feel ii. To pay the cost"
| All" said Mary, that is the very height
of cgotism. that is the gospel of s.lisnnesS
} | htr Ia 'If.
! power to feel for uthers-to ilvc-tu love
| Portucarrero smiled. You are young
| lie observed, Il have often noticed that 10
! iniiict self-turture Is n form OF curious self
! Indulgence with the immature: children
like to thrust their fingers in the fire. For
my part ! have found il too great crst
! to pay. II is better to skim over the sur
face when it IS smooth.
! She turned her fun gaze upon him. and
her eyes were penetrating. The man of the
| world and the novice looked at each other
for instant with curious interest. NJ.
| rAmbassadeur' she said softly. moved by
an impulse that she could not define, IN
! ali your life Is there nothing painful that
is yet eXquisitely sweet to rcmemt 'r2''
He hestatrd "A moment and slight
! change iltckered over his face. Until to-
! night [ should have sad no " he replied
but as l look AT you. mademoselle, there
is "A memory tlat-in my youth-had both
! pleasure and pain"
She drew a soft little breath of relief
her eyes softened. "Ah,' she said. Il am
| glad"
There was moments silence and then
She Molly Lane, a charming figure in
| blue chiffon and silk drifting toward them.
| There is old Judge Fennei.' remarked
| the ambassador; Il d.d not know he went
out at night; a young wife has reJuve-
| mated him"
Mary's heart quickened its puIsations
| she glanced through an opening IN the
! tnrong and saw an old man. leaning on
! gold headed cane and wearing a green eye
! shade.
/ h. ;,,l,,
'No!', she exclaimed with quick ges-
ture that seemed to put the suggestion
aside: no. l don't wish to then she
| met the ambassadors eye and colored. He
| knows all the Haddings.' she exclaimed.
except myself. imagine the recoilections.'
AS she spoke two other diplomats bore
down upon the ambassador and she found
| herself beside Molly Lane. Molly was rip
ping over with pleasure and gossip.
My dear" she sad isn't 1t pretty?
They've just had the ceilings done over.
quite like Cupids up there, don't yca? But
aren't they horribly pink?-and JUNO did
| them. too. OF course you know the Fen
! nels are here. have you seen her? She's
! really good looking, and one wouldn't suS-
| pect anything If it wasn't for the way she
! does her back hair; some one ought to send
her to Madame Therese In common
charity"
Some back hair can't be done. Molly
replied Mary smingly. sit grows middle
class.
| L
| Madame Syrene2 She's in the conserva-
tory smoking with Fred Cheever and Capt
| Jerome. and she has on her emcralGs and
the lovel!est skirt! You should see Chris
| tine-she's as mad hops, No one ever
thinks of how Harriet feels, and Harriet
| looks beautiful tonight-you know she
varies There's Lawrence Ryland COM
| ing to speak to you, of course, and jim
| Fennel, its my dance with him. iou do
look lovely tonight, Mary. every one says
so" And Molly was carried off on Jim
| Fenners
Almost unconscously Mary had drifted
! into a friendship with Ryland that had
more sincerity than any other she had
| formed Without trying to anaIyze her mo-
| tives she had always avoided telling MN
! any of the trivial falSehOOds that she had
| told others to establish herself as Mary
! Hadding. To Ryland, from the beginning.
| she had spoken the truth, and that he was
| none the wiser was due to his ignorance of
the circumstances and not to any fault OF
hers. He would have been startled had he
| compared her statements to him with even
those she had been forced to make to his
| cousin, Harriet Cheever; but such COM
parisons were far from Ryland's mind. His
attitude toward pretty girls had been h"re-
| tofore that Of a critical spectator, and he
! had detected with amusement. doz IN
! little deceits and maneuvers for his notice .
| He forced to confess TO himself that
| Mary baffled him; the delicate finish OF her
| charm forbade him to regard her as an
! ingenue and yet her manner to him had
| the unguarded frankness of a child, and
ments by showing him new side of her
| character side that she did not show to
! others He had long since confessed to
| himself that he found her wholly fascinat-
| ing vet he held himself well in hand. For
| some reason he had a feeling of insecurity:
| there was something almost mysterious in
/ the appeal of her eyes combined with the
| proud challenge of her face. Besides, she
was Mrs. Writings niece and he despised
! Mrs. Whiting, a rich, maneuvering match
maker, and woman who was more or less
accused Of dckering with the congressional
lobbyists. though these accusations had
never been substantiated When he turned
his back on Mary Hadding he argued down
his growing admiration for her. but when
he saw her radiant, as she was tonight. he
forgot his cooler reasoning.
Il was just going away. he said when
Harriet told me you were here
And 1t was worth while to stay to see
me?" she asked with frank pleasure.
1T is the only thing that Is worth while
about It," he replied come. can't we get
| out of this? There are the conservatories."
Mary smiled II heard they were occu-
pied" she said: but l suppose they are
quite vast enough to have a little room for