The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1908-09-20

thing" Patrice unheeded the interpola-
ton. Just drop a coroneted handker-
chief on the grass or carelessly leave a
photograph with an inscription. TO the
Honorable Patricia Lithgow,' or TO the
Brightest Ornament of the English
Stage rather incline to the countess,
thought; it seems more appropriate for
Boston. Shall we? 1t would make 'em
sit up"
Kate reposed in the window seat and
waited until such time as her friend
should see fit to be rational
And I'll do my hair English and
leave off my g's. Remember that Lady
Evelyn Maud at the pension in Flor
ence? And we'll act as if we were
trying to conceal my lofty station.
Kate, 1T will be a joyful thing"
Kate smiled indulgently.
"Also." added Patrice, at will give
me an excellent opportunity to snub
that Harvard young man. How FORUM
ate our rooms connect, Kate, SO I can
wake you up in the night if have
any further inspirations"
"If you dare!" threatened Kate; but
she was just dropping off when white
figure crept in through the open door.
Il am going to register as Mary Pat
ricia Muriel Beatrice Lith cow" said
low voice trembling with enthusiasm.
IF you come in here again, Pat,
shall lock the door," said Kate
Patrice came out of the broad front
door. sketch book in her hand. Floyd
and Mr.. French sprang forward as one
man, proffering tennis raokets and dilat-
ing on the refreshing shadiness of the
court. Patrice looked sweetly regretful.
II am really too shockingly out of
FORM" she said. Besides, l am going
sketchng--quite by myself" In laughing
refusal of two immediate offers to carry
her sketch book. II don't draw at all
when there is any one about" She wished
Kate were there to appreciate that-Kate.
whose sketch book it was that she carried
against the desire of Its owner. She
tucked 1t under her arm now, and with
another regretful smile at the two young
men went down the steps and off across
the lawn. And as she went the eyes of
the embroidering ladies were lifted to fol-
low.
There could be no doubt that the mis-
sion was having a successful beginning.
Whether the photograph left just one day
to the observation of the chambermaid or
whether the accent and the air Of Patrice
alone were responsible, 1t was undeniable
that new interest hummed in the air.
Even the lady who was trying to beat her
own record on pink crocheted afghan
laid down her long white needle and in
slant to nod significantly at her neighbor
of the Battenbury centerpiece: Notice
her walkl" she breathed "Englsh."
1t was English, being in loving memory
of Lady Evelyn Maud of the Florentine
pension. Also the pose with which she
seated herself upon stump beside the
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aristocratic source. Patrice was too much
of an artist to drop her role while the pos
sibility of an audience remained. Where
she sat she was hidden from the house,
but some one might be approaching from
the other direction. Some one was ap-
preaching, tall young man with q thin.
well-modeled face and good deal of dark
hair brushed very smooth. He carried his
hat in his hand and was reading letter.
Patrice held her pencil at a workman
like poise and dropped her gaze to a
blank page of Hates sketch book Then
quite against her intention she looked up.
Their eyes met across the Holners' brook
and she gave him what she characterized
as q snippy little nod. He returned it
with an easy bow and came to stand
still.
"There are some good bits further
down." he said, "a fallen tree and some
moss-covered stones-just the sort of
things that girls always have In their
sketch books" There was teasing ca
dence in his pleasant voice.
Miss Lithgow narrowed her pretty eyes
In imitation Of Kate and held her long
pencil as If she expected momentarily to
begin. The young man waited; presently
he spoke. "Does it annoy you to have
me here, Miss Lithgow?' he said.
mot at all, Mr. Adamson," with lit
tie accenting of her accent and an air OF
tolerance toward the lower orders 4 had
really forgotten you were there"
II am obliged to recall myself to your
memory" he said. because I have bit
of your property"
Patrice looked up quickly, and the deli
cate color, like a reflection from a pink
shade, touched her face. The young man
held handkerchief In his hand. par
ticularly fine and dainty handkerchief,
having in one corner e tiny coronet which
Miss Lithgow had wasted the Holners'
gas to embroider.
at is yours, isn't it?" said the young
man politely.
Patrice achieved an air of bored ao<
quiescence. May I ask you to leave 1t
in the Officer" she said.
He looked at the jolly little mountain