Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-05-24

my whole life. A mere recognition at first
sight and at ten yards IS not enough. 1t may
be only a marvellous resemblance; for they
say everyone has double somewhere in the
world"
They used to say too that if you met your
double, one of YOU would die" observed Van
Torp Those things are all stuff and non
sense of course. was just thinking Well
he said. if you decide to come on the yacht and
if the man doesn't blow away, we shall know
the truth in three or four days from now, and
that's comfort. And even if he turns out to
| be Leven. maybe we can manage something
Lady Maud chose not to ask what her friend
| thought he could manage tor she mad
glanced at his face when he had spoken, and
though it was half turned away from her, she
saw his expression. and it would have scared
nervous person. She did not like him to be in
that mood, and was sorry that she had brought
him to it.
But Van Torp, who was strong man. and
had seen more than atfray in his ranching
days could not help thinking how uncommonly
easy it would be to pick up Count krallnsky
and drop him overheard on a dark night the
next week, when the Lancashire Lass would be
doing twenty-three knots, and there might be
little weather about to drown the splash
THE millionaire did things handsomely He
offered to motor his party to Venice. and,
as Margaret declined. because motoring was
bad for her voice, he telegraphed tor COM
Portable special carriage, and took his friends
down by railway, managing everything alone,
in some unaccountable way, since the lnvalu-
able Stomp was already gone in search OF some
thing for Mrs. Rushmore to eat: and they were
all very luxuriously comfortable.
Kralinsky was not on board the yacht when
they came alongside at sunset. Stemp led
the way, and Van Torp took the three women
to their ca first Mrs. Rushmore, who was
surprised and delighted by the rich and gay
appearance of hers; for it was entirely decorated
in pink and gold that combination beng
Stemp's favorte one. The brass bedstead had
pink silk curtains held back by broad gold nib
bons there was a pink silk coverlet with
gold fringe; everything that could be gold was
gilt, and everything that could be pink was
rosy, including the carpet.
Van Torp looked at Stemp with approval,
and Stomp acknowledged unspoken praise with
silent modesty.
On the writing table stood tau gilt vase
full of immense pink roses, with stems nearer
four feet long than three. Mrs. Rushnore add
mired them very much.
How did you know that | love roses above
all other fowers?" she asked; My dear MIR.
Van Torp, you are wizard. m sure
Lady Maud and Margaret had entered, and
kept UP a polite little chorus of admiration;
but they both felt uneasy as to what they
might find in their respective cabins, tor Mar
garet hated pink, and Lady Maud detested
gliding and neither OF them was especially fpnd
of roses They left Mrs. Rushmore very happy
in her quarters. and went on. Lady Maud's
turn came next. and she began to understand.
when she saw a quantity of sweet wood vloletS
on her table, just loosened in an old Murano
glass beaker.
Thank YOU" she said, bending to smell
them How kind of you!'
There was not a trace OF gliding or punk silk
The cabin was paneled and fitted IN rare
natural wood of creamy white TINT.
Beg pardon, my Lady, said Stemp
This and Miss Donne's cabin communicate by
this door, and the door aft goes to the dining
room Each cabin has one quite independent.
and this bell rings the pantry, my Lady, and
this one rings Miss Donnes maids cabin as |
understand that your Ladyship has not
brought her maid"
Very nice" said Lady Maud. smelling the
violets again.
Van Torp looked at Stemp as he would have
looked at a horse that had turned out even bet
ter than he had expected Stemp threw open
the door of communication to the cabin he had
prepared for the prima donna. The two cabins
occupied the whole beam OF the vessel, except
ing the six-foot gangway on each side, and as
she was one of the largest yachts at the time
there was no lack OF room.
Carnations, at this time of. year, cried
Margaret seeing half armful of her favorIte
dark red ones in silver wine cooler before the
mirror " You really seem to know everything
Thank YOU much!
She buried her handsome face in the splendid
flowers and drew in a deep, warm breath, full of
their sensuous perfume, the SPICY scent OF a
laden Glove tree under a tropical sun.
Thank YOU again." she said enthusiastic