Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-02

no-colored hair. 1 suppose that's the
Prince d'Antri beside her"
Hes too handsome to be very real
prince. What face for sculptor Or
"Or a barber. A beard like that
A gorgeously appareled couple just in
front of the Greers in the line moved for
ward within the zone of Conovers greetlnS
Caleb nodded patronizingly to the man, and
! more civily to the woman.
Mr.. Conover," the latter was murmur-
ing in an anguish Of respectful embarrass-
ment, "'tis great honor you do me and
the man, askin' us here tonight with all
your stylish friends, am
oh there's more than your husband and
me here who'd get hungry by habit II they
heard a noon whistle blow laughed Con-
over. as, with a jerk of his red head and a
word Of pleasant welcome, he passed them
on down the reception line. Then the rail-
readers light, deep-set eyes fell on Greer,
and he stepped forward both hands out
stretched.
Good evening Greer!' he cried, and
there was a subcurrent Of latent power in
his hearty voice. Good evening, Pleased
to see you in my house. Mrs. Greer. 1 pre-
sumo? Most kind of you to come, ma am
Proud to make your acquaintance. Lefty"
-summoning with a jerk of the head an
oyerdressed Misunderstanding little wom-
an from the line behind him-"Letty, this
is my very good friend Mr.. Talbot Firth
Greer-Mrs. Conover-Mr. and Mrs. Greer.
Mr.. Greer Is the next congressman from
the eleventh district. CHATS little proph-
coming true) My daughter. Princess
! d Antri-Mr and Mrs. Greer. Prince Anna
| dec dAntri.~ My secretary, Miss Alice
| Lanier-Mr. and Mrs.
! A new batch of guests swarmed down the
| hall toward the host, and the ordeal was
| over. The Greers, swept on in the rush.
did not hear Conover's next greeting. This
/ was rather pity, since 1t differed material
| ly from that lavished upon themselves.
Its recipient was a big young man with
\ a shock Of light hair and quiet, dark eyes.
He wore his clothes well. and looked out
| Of place in his vulgar. garish surround
| ings. Caleb Conover, railroader, eyed the
| newcomer all over with cold, express
| sionless glance. glance that no seer on
| earth could have read: the glance that had
| gained him more than one victory when
wits and concealment of purpose were
| well, Mr. Give standish, he observed,
| lit seems the lion and the lamb lie down
| together after ALA considerable distance
| this side of the millennium-and the lamb
| inside, at that. To think of a clubman
| and a cotfllon leader and a first-famil!es
scion and a Civic Lacquer and all that sort
Of thing condescending to honor my poor
| shanty-
! my aunt, Mrs. Conover, wrote, asking
me especially to come, as a favor to her, -
| replied the younger man stif1y. II
| thought"
| "And you were 0. X. in thinking 1t.
| know Lefty wrote. because l dictated the
| letter. / wanted to count you in with the
1 rest tonight, and / had a kind Of bashful
1 fear that your love for me- personally,
/ might not be strong enough to fetch you.
| You've got too much sense to think the in
| vite will score either way in our feeling
| to each other. or that I'm going back on
what 1 said to you four years ago. Now
\ that you're here, chase in and enjoy your
| self. This place is like heaven tonight in
one way. You'll see whole lot Of people
| here you never expected to. and you'll miss
| more'n a few you thought would sure be-
| long. Good-by. Don't let me block your
| job of heavenly recognition"
] The wilful coarseness and brutality of
/ the man came as no surprise to Standish.
1 He had expected something of the sort.
| and had braced himself for it. To please
| his aunt. whom he sincerely pitied. he had
/ entered the Conover house tonight for the
| first time since the Homeric quarrel, Incl
dent on his refusal to avail himself of
1 Caleb's prestige in his law work. and in
/ cidentally to enroll himself one of the
( railroads numberless political vassals.
| That the roughness - which Conoyer had