Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-09-20

American girl and his socialist ideals had
been forgotten. His eyes were on his
companion.
Patrice pointed to the road. I'VE are
going to have company on your desert
isle she said animatedly. How very
NICE
Mr.. Adamson bit an exclamation of dis
gust in two. Then as the vehicle came
near enough so that the driver was recog-
nizable he gave another exclamation this
time of chagrined establishment, and, with
hasty excuse about seeing to the horses.
he plunged back into the darkness of the
bridge.
Patrice. surprised and dspleased. stood
where he had left her and the new arrival
came to stop beside her and pulled of
his hat. He was pink-faced. middle
aged man. and when he spoke his accent
was Enthusiastically English.
Il beg pardon he said but as 1
drove UP l was quite sure | saw an old
acquaintance-Mr. Robert Eskdaile Adam
son, son of Sir James All, there he isl
the jovially inquisitive tone changing to
one of satisfaction.
Mr.. Adamson was returning: 'Halloo,
Etheridger' he called. the tone patiently
aiming at cordiality. Are you doing the
states?"
Patrice walked on to the end of the
bridge. The voice of the stranger fol-
lowed.
Il knew you the moment I saw YOU.
Bob. my boy he explained, triumphant
ly, though | must say you've got quite
American. He burst into a loud laugh.
Il saw your uncle. Lord Wrexham, be-
fore sailed. He and Lady Anne WERE
Eth? Yes, I'm getting back to Interdale
tor the noon train. I'm due in Boston
tonight What do you hear from Sir
James? Eth? Is that SO? / fancied | had
plenty of time The wheels receded the
two men still talking When Mr.. Adam.
son returned from seeing the anna BILE
Etheridge off he found Miss Lithgow look
ing at the mountains in a position that
precluded any view of her face except n
portion of one check and the ends of her
eyelashes. She gave no evidence of hay
ing heard the step behind her, and she
did not alter her pose when he addressed
her.
1T is raining tremendously, isn't ito"
he observed.
Not at all. 1t would be quite possible
to go back to the others
couldn't think of taking the horses
out" he said
Then there was a long silence, while
Miss Lithgow continued to look at the
mountains and Mr. Adamson looked at
the tips of Miss Lithgows eyelashes
Are you angry?" he said
Not In the least 1t is quite your priv.
ilese to masquerade if it pleases you
He suppressed a smile. Il didn't tell
any one that / was American" he said.
Il simply cultivated the accent and let
people draw their own conclusions"
The lashes moved little, but the silence
held.
Miss Enderleish knows that I'm Eng
lish. but she doesn't turn her back on
me-"
This very obvious hint was ignored
Il took the position at Holners' ''-he
evidently felt that further explanation
was emanded-"because this sort OF
thing is so awfully American. you know,
and | thought it would be interesting Be-
sides, was out of funds at the time"
Did you find it interesting?" scornful-
ly.
Not until you came, promptly.
Il really think it is time we went back"
Patrice turned. with an elaborate air OF
Indifference and eyes that skillfully missed
her companion toward the other end of
the bridge.
Mr.. Adamson moved beside her do
you think / was to b!ame?" he said.
ITO blame?" with cold sweetness.
For being considered an American"
he explained.
What it was In his words or tone that
fired Miss Lithgow's ardent and long-sup-
pressed PATRIOTISM there Is no means or
knowing, but she turned suddenly upon
the young man with glowing face and
angry eyes.
Il don't in the least wonder that You
wished to be thought an American - she
said. 1T is the one thing worth being.
have only pity for any one who is de-
barred from the inestimable privilege OF
being an American. And then she
membered Her impass!oned utterances.
in which accent and sentiment had b en-
as one died upon her lips and in the
dusky middle of the bridge the two stood
silent looking at each other Then Mr..
Adamson pOke-gen ly:
oh! Mary Beatrice Muriel Patricia"
he said
And he knew all the timer Queried
Kate again
Patrice nodded. He guessed. From
the very first" She was putting a white
wrap over her blue dinner gown.
Where are you going?'' said Kate
ITO drive TO Interdale with Mr.. Adam
SON.
All" with understanding You have
then decided to give up the mission
Patrice clasped the white cloak and
smiled down at her friend
No, only to limit the field.' she said.