Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-11-16

had now command of SO much money, ne
could readily afford to pay much more:
And at the one interview they had nau
since the marriage 1t had been his lord
ships own proposal that the income
should be continued.
Dorrison had taken the earliest oppor-
and he was now returning, more conf
dent of success than ever.
Meanwhile, another plum had dropped
into his lap on the voyage. One OF the
most costly suites Of staterooms on the
liner was occupied by Mrs Seth P. Por-
lock. as rich widow as was to be found
in all America, and he had made the
running with her at great pace.
On the ship he was universal tavor-
lite, indeed. His adaptability. good hu-
ready tongue made friends with every
one. The men liked his smokeroom
stories and even forgot to be envious
when he won the log pool three days In
succession: the women relished his deck
chat and anecdotes about all sorts OF
people and subjects; and even the chill
dren felt they could overrun him and yet
be sure of kind word and smile.
Altogether there was ample reason TOR
the bright smile and confident air with
which he was enjoying the sunshine. his
cigar and his self-compimentary thoughts.
rs that smile for your luck. Mr.. Dor
rison?" He started and looked up as
Mrs. Porlock's sweet, low voice with its
sou SOuln0Tu lutOHdliOu DIVhS III uPOl AAc
reveries. "Oh Is 1t because the world Is
going all your way just now?"
1T is enough to set me smiling that
you are going my way, Mrs. Porlock."
That's a real pretty speech. Mr. Dor.
Engi ti ms say nice things to US while
our men do them. STILL the luck's mine
in that, for you've made the voyage
mighty pleasant"
Let me settle you in your chair" He
Ill I'm hnr
and sat down by her side. IF I haven't
shown that meant it it's no good my re-
peating it,"
"'Cept for a little exaggeration in the
words. think we've both had good
time. I did dread the voyage, and that
the truth: but the weather and you have
made it just lovely, and I'm sorry IT. 8
nearly over. Well be in by this time to-
morrow. they tell me, and all Of us away
In different directions
London?'
That's SO. But London isn't the Aro-
MAS promenade deck quite
Still, friends can meet there"
She had picked up her novel and was
turning the pages; but she let it fall on
her lap and looked at him for pause.
Il guess. 1 hope so.'' she said. with
smile.
Where are you going to stay?'
Her smile broadened into a laugh
forget" -
course, I shouldn't forget
Sort Of proud of your memory, are
you? But what about that book OF
speeches you promised me?"
ITS up against me-" he laughed. But
I didn't suppose you really cared to READ
lot Of dull rot like that
Il don't hear you talk any dull rot
If they we're good enough for you TO
make reckon they'll be good enough for
me to read
This drew one of his cheeriest smiles.
"1'll 60 and get it now"
he hurried of. Hes real pleasant fell
low, but The rest of the thought
was left unspoken: and she lay back
thinking.
She was very handsome. Tall and with
the Enthusiastically upright carriage OF
the American woman. her finely devei.
oped and well proportioned figure would
have attracted attention In any crowd.
But the most striking thing about her
was her hair-it was almost white, al
though her smooth, unwrinkled skin and
clear complexion were those Of q woman
in the twenties.
To all she appeared the very type OF one
of those favored women on whom the
breath of trouble had never blown. and
whose course in life had been just one
peaceful, care-free. pampered. leisureiy
saunter But the world made q big blum
der. Sadie. or Mrs. Seth p. Porlock. as
she was now. had drained the cup of suf-
fering and privation to the dregs, and
had found the draught very bitter. But
she had her own strong reason for not
setting people right In their reckoning.
Six years had made as much change IN
her fortunes as in her looks and her ma
ture. When her husband had skunk out