Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-24

could not go through those streets; they so
narrow.
But at least drive part way and then
walk"
Xeny shook her head again. " 1t is a pity to waste
good money for only part of the drive"
With forceful cutting of the Gordian knot Weir
caught up Xeny and jumped into empty cab the
driver running out of a cafe.
When they were under way Xeny breathed sigh
of content. Then suddenly remembering detail of
their conversation in the house she asked And
now please tell me what your plan about Chrysanthy
was.
The rattle of the carriage over the cobblestones
made conversation anything but social amenity;
yet Weir had rarely experienced a keener pleasure
than in watching the expression of Xeny's face
Chrysanthy to America, and giving him position
that would enable him to support his wife well.
Heny did not even thank him for what he
intended doing for Chrysanthy; but her face shone
with radiant happiness that the mstiness of her
eyes only accentuated Her tiny fingers stole into
his, and, curling up within his big PALM rested
there until they reached the dngy house they were
seeking
At sight of Weir's good clothes Chrysanthys land
lady stared open mouthed, when she had answered
their knock. Xeny did not wait for her to collect
her wits, but pushed by her and ran UP the car
Petless narrow stairs that led to where she knew
her sister lived leaving Weir with his ignorance of
the vernacular to make his way past the landady
best he could.
To the woman, whose speeches. interest in him
did not to lessen with time, induce her to
step on one SIDE he addressed himself, taking off
his hat.
IN.
produced no results, How much?" he added not
very appropriately, but with the only other Turkish
phrase he could recall on the instant. He advanced
toward her with gesture upward which might have
indicated sincere belief in the powers above, or
merely desire to climb the stairs. He bore himself
with determination that caused the good woman
hnally to permit him to pass.
He came to Chrysanthy's threshold and at a
glance took in the bare room, with its cook stove
and yet with something about it that proclaimed it
home In the middle of the spotless floor, Chrys-
anthy was kneellng, so merged with the weeping
Xeny that it was impossible to tell from
whose eyes the tears flowed.
80 Weir had time to think how fortunate
it was that Greek girls all taught
housekeeping the first of their accom-
zsE% Plishments, before he seen. Then
Chrysanthy sprang up and held out both
- Mr. Weir Where were you? Why
1911 weren't you at your hotel? We were
Eli afraid" She checked herself, and
zj4 I branched off unexpectedly. i was .ex-
81 pectlng the doctor-perhaps you
- doctor; you Americans do many
sx& no I'm just a humble friend" Weir
3# answered, almost forgetting his own
n trouble in Chrysanthy's radiant happi-
ID ness
Didn't you learn how to cure people
from your lndlans!" Chrysanthy per-
sisted.
MY acquaintance with Indians is
limited" He smiled. az
Xeny had been standing over by the
stove, with little hand held out
toward it in pathetic protest that such an
object should be in close contact with
her sister Now she burst into fresh
access of tears, partly from the joy of
having found her sister, partly from mis-
cry at her surroundings and yet another
part for happiness at the good fate she
knew in store for her and from so
many springs the tears came copiously.-
Chrysanthy caught Xeny to her. You
poor little dear! Here, watch this broth
, or will spoil" She knew action to be the
best antidote for tears. She turned again
to Weir. Il have friend with who
is not very well 1t was for her was expecting the