Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-07-05

to me, I confess, is utterly ncomprehensible .
What did he say" asked Polly, Il heard it
at the time but-but | wasn't listening
He said replied Aunt Mary while puzzled
expression ridged her placid BROW" he said No.
ma am we don't know Keats personally, you
might say, but we saw him once in a sx-round go
with Patsy McCue of BROOKLYN.
Valda wanted to laugh. She wanted to do SO
very much indeed; yet being more refined than
Aunt Mary went on placidly as before
Il have been wondering ever since what the
creature possibly could mean; and Mr.. Ornond
tinctly detected him in the act of kicking Mr..
Tracy beneath the table on one of his limbs
Valda ate chocolate from box that lay in
her lap. but offered solution of the problem:
then, while Polly and Aunt Mary discussed it in
all its lights, she turned the hole in the
light and hurried back to Egypt, without even
checking her trunks
THIS time she hunted for the two men. brazenly
and found them in rather an odd place. 1t was
a sort of hut place river bank, and it was hot
and close. One of the brown men lay in bunk.
though he wasn't brown any longer, but white.
and very still. and the other man sat beside him
and held his hand 1t was in the night time too:
but not the night time either, exactly, but very
early in the morning, for the desert was gray, and
hot, red smudge was burning in the east And
smells up from the river and made one long
to run away; but the brown man stayed and held
his fathers hand. 1t was frightfuly hot SPELL
horrible! and there was no wind, no ice. and an
stopped and kissed the other gently on the
mouth and Valda knew-although she couldn't.
couldn't, look-that man was dead. But the
brown sat there,-Sat till the morning came
and his face was pale and drawn and grim. And
ness, did you notice how his hair curls up
over his left ear"
'Who?" asked Valda sharply rather impotely
and Polly answered with a pardonabe dash of
Why, Captain Joe, of course! Whom did you
think l meant?
concerning the owner of the and hair her reply
was quite remarkable as the Tracy persons COM
ment the poet Keats Verbally, it was nothing
Dramatically, it much. She Sprang from her
seat cast the box of chocolates unappreciative
sea. went hurriedly to her state room. and banged
the door. Next morning the carpenter came up
"Goodness" exclaimed Aunt Mary. Goodness
me! Polly. my dear, l verify believe that child is
about to become sufferer from n'at de mer
But Vada not seasick She just plain
heartsick which is worse. for there is nothing to
take for it; but Vada tried. Unlike the knights of
old who always buckled up for doughty deed she
unbuckled. That is to say she unlocked, unlaced,
united, undid but mainly, like millions of her Sis
ter sufferers, Miss Valda Grard unpinned. Then,
when lightly CARRIED and ready for the fray she pre-
pared to make her beautiful face unbeautiful by a
long and lovely, delicious cry.
She did it for twenty seven minutes, without the
inconvenience of sob restrictors meaning there
by corsets. Then she sat up and observed results
in mirror. They not fattering. She told
herself that she simply, absolutely hideous-
vet and she knew it. Still, she had looked much
better twenty minutes before; SO now she
proceeded to obterate the wreck of woe by the
application of cold cream and nine other unctuouS
articles, rubbed and in and over and off by pa
tent the while she criticized creation
generally and adversely.
And to think she muttered. among other
things of Polly Thurman being such shameless,
silly little fool as to notice whether mans hair