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

the late train. and the drawing
room and the Office gave her
some attention as she mounted
the stairway preceded by Kate
with her handbag and followed by the
porter with her trunk. 1t was very
much belabeled trunk and the drawing
room and the office transferred their
weary attention to that as Patrice passed
out of sight. Then they severally Won
dered whether she also was from the west
and whether she was as reserved as her
friend, Miss Lawrence.
Meanwhile. Patrice sat happily in the
rocking chair with the broken leg and
asked Kate a hundred questions.
Yes" said Kate, 1.-The place is lovely
1t Is more than that, it is New England
lyric with pine woods and high green hills
and rocks and brooks and bird calls in the
rhythm of it,"
That's pretty" said Patrice but in
your voice there is a reservation
Kate dropped her voice. Also she
dropped herself upon the floor beside the
trunk and began to unlock it.
1T is the people she said. They are
the embroidering kind. All day long they
sit upon the porch and embroider. Oc-
casionally they pause to select a new
green thread and ask if you have noticed
the mountains. You got some more
clothes in New York. Patrice?
only that blouse and Il hat" said Pa
trice. guiltily.
Kate shook her head and proceeded to
look for the hat. Il ought not to have
left you even for week. she muir
INJURED.
What else do the people do?" inquired
Patrice.
''Enbroder" said Kate
10
The men," Kate had found the hat
and was trying II on: she spoke absently.
There aren't any men,.
There must be one two: there al
ways are.
Well. there is the husband of the bat
tenburg centerpiece,'' said Kate. proceed
ing with her Investigations He
Any enc who isn't husband?'
MIR. French. He smiles. Do YOU like a
Certainly not; prefer them when they
bite. Who else?"
"F'loyd-Tve forgotten his last name. He
suppresses his voice when he speaks to
you. and he glideS.'
Els that all p
THE two southern girls are expecting a
cousin. They are thin and dark-the two
southern girls-and are always leaning
against each other. They are doing mar
guerite wreaths on blue denim pillow COW
ers-very sweet. / don't remember this
lace sunshade.
They were having sale OF them. 1t
seemed improvideut not 10 get one. Who
is the man that met me at the station?
Mr. Robert Adamson. He las been
taking graduate work at Harvard and
now drives the Holners' horses. Miss
Endcrleigh is authority for the fact III [
his family Is undeniable. Therefore. the
ladies would be willing to overlook his
mental position, but he seems not to see
their advances"
He wasn't really responsive when 1
n I'm ri O 90 Pat iii
Kate laughed. What did you do?" she
said.
Kept still, of course and when he
asked If that was all my luggage replied
with a naughty nod. We rode from the
station in entire silence side by side
New experience for YOU. commented
Kate. Where did you get this collar?'
1t was marked down. When you see
me in II you will consider il cheap az
any price.
Il haven't unpacked one dress-up
dress
Il shall unpack mine and wear them
Your description arouses my pity. l am
going to give the poor things treat: and
that / am t:ea, in my best clothes
she paused modestly.
you think il worth while?
"Certaiuly.' In tone of advanced phil
anthropy. Il mean TO give them an in
terest beyond embroidery. Are they all
New Enslanders?
They are" said Kate. ''AH of them
bridge or Newton or Dorchester, or RoX-
bury or East or West or North or South
Cambridge. or Newton. or Dorchester, OF
Roxbury."
Have you told them anything about
me-"
Not t.
Z believe" said Patrice effectively.
that II be an actress countess or
something"
Kate put the lace sunshade into a
drawer and looked at her friend. Patrice's
Irish eyes were lighted with decision.
81 can do the English fine sho said.
II didn't say they were imbeeiles, said
Kate
II wouldn't OF course. claim anything
Patrice unheeded the interpolation. Just
drop a coroneted handkerchief on the
grass or careiessly leave a photograph
with an inscription To the Honorable
Patricia Lithgow. To the Brightest
Ornament of the English Stage | rather
incline to the countess, though. 1t seems