Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-02

WINGED of it from the very first.
l. No one could look expert
enced and yet guileless; no one
could be so fascinating and still I'M
conscious; could speak with such
charming little foreign accent;
could have such wonderful. reddish.
tousled wopsy hair, without hav-
ing some mystery about her. No
BODY could enter room with such
: | !.
perfect four feet and four inches
of absolute dignity; nobody could
advance with such entire ease on
such tiny feet so consummately
shod; nobody in the world could
sit down and dispose with such
grace of such little hands
superbly we'll gloved, -without at
once awakening anybodys sus-
picion l had often read OF just
such beings.
Could hesitate to believe when
1 met in real life this charming
and bewidering creature, so divine
" dressed that she must be what
every novel of hdnte finance and 80
high politics had always described
as an adventures To be sure.
I had not in the least clear idea
of what that might be. l knew
this however that such person
was one who would bear watching.
The weeks end party at Green
lawns was very large; for the
country house very big, and
the WickerShamS very hos
pitabe. Then anybody who was
ever asked to the great Long Island place always
went. One was absolutely sure not to be bored,
and, what society esteems quite as much. one
could not tell in what form the amusement would
present itself There was all the excitement OF a
gamble on what was really sure thing. One was
certain to meet interesting people, though who they
might be always remained question. The chance
of coming on the latest man to make new fortune
or inherit an old very nearly equal You
might find the prima donna whose note was the
cearest and highest the stage of the Metropolitan
You might meet the grand dame whose diamonds
were the biggest and brightest in all the boxes in
front. You possibly might be placed at luncheon
next to some one who was just of for the North
Pole. You might be taken in to dinner by stranger
who was lust back from the last South American
revolution.
THEREFORE,. when had been whirled from the
station and arrived just little less hot and dusty
at five o'clock, l was not surprised to discover the
Hon Arthur Carden-Carew, all eyeglass and silence
at the small tea table with Mrs. Wickersham. He
was not one of the heavy ruddy Engishmen, but
one of the pale, precise kind. | was good deal
astonished, though was at Greenlawns when few
moments afterward Mrs: Carden-Carew entered with
the effect on one that l have tried to describe.
AS l could, got Emily Wlckersham aside
and began to ask questions
Il don't think that mama knows much about
them" Emily answered. She met them at the
Creedmoors, and at once invited them down to add
to her human bric-a-brac. The Hon. Mrs. Arthur.
she's perfect dear-was Russian. Countess in
her own right. the Countess Szisziszki.
Il knew i'll" exclaimed with little cry of salts
faction.
After that could there remain the vestige of a
doubt? The name enough to settle it in my
mind: for they always Countesses with I'M
pronounceable titles. The Hon. Arthur just
the sort of quiet, insignificant looking person to be
dupe an accomplice, l had not decided which.
That she must be spy at least concluded imme-
diately. What more might prove to be the case.
time alone could reveal, and decided quickly that
my duty lay in helping and hurrying time along IN
this particular.
l could not get any more out of Emily: she was
SO anxious to confde in me about Charley Tremaine.
with whom she was head in love,-the
course of true love in the regular manner not
going smoothly at all He something remark