Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-29
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR MARCH 20. 1908

remembered the mysterious house in the Boulevard
Pereise where he lived, the beautiful upper hal
where the statue of Aphrodte stood the doors that
would not open like other doors, the strangely dis
turbing encaustic painting of Cleopatra in the
drawing room,-many things she distrusted.
Besides, suppose that the language really
Tartar were there not Russians Who spoke it:
She thought there must be, because she had vague
idea that all Russians were more less Tartars
There a proverb about it. Moreover, the
English we'll to the French, Russians represent
romance and wlckedness.
CHE would not 60 to the telephone herself but sent
a message to Logotheti, and he came out in the
cool time of the afternoon. She thought he had
never looked so handsome and so little exotic since
she had known him To please her he had altogether
given up the terrific ties, the lightning struck waist
coat the sunrise socks and the overpowering
jewelry he had formerly affected and had resigned
himself to the dctation of London tailor who told
him what he might, could, should, and must
for each circumstance and hour of daily life, in fine
gradations, from deer stalking to royal garden
party The tailor who dressed Kings and made
speciality of Emperors a of taste, and
when he had worked on the Greek financer for
few weeks the result was satisfactory: -eScepting
for his almond shaped eyes could have told
Logothetl from an Engllshman by his appearance.
Mrs. Rushmore was amazed and pleased. My
dear, she said afterward to Margaret, what per-
fectly wonderful change Think how he used
look! And now you might almost take him for an
American gentleman!
He was received by Mrs Rushmore and Margaret
together and took noticeable pains make himself
agreeable to the mistress of the house. At first
Margaret was pleased at this; but when she saw
that he was doing his best to keep Mrs. Rustnore
from leaving the room, she probably would have
done, Margaret did not like it. She dying 20
ask him questions about his lessons in Tartar,
and especially about his teacher and probably
meant to cast her inquiries in such form as would
make it preferable to examine him alone rather than
before Mrs Rushnore: but he talked on and on,
pausing only an instant for the good womans
pressons of interest or approval. With dlaboEcal
knowledge of her weakness, he led the conversation
the subject of political and diplomatic lions,
and of lions of other varieties and made plans for
bringing some noble specimens to tea with her She
was not snob; she dstrusted foreign princes,
narquses, and counts, and could keep her head
we'll in the presence of an English peer but lions
were irresistible and Logotheti offered her whole
menagere of them, and described their habits with
mlnuteness if not with veracltV
He telling her what Prime Minister had told
Ambassador about the Pope, when Margaret
rather abruptly.
I'm awfuy sorry" she said to Mrs. Rushrnore,
by way of apology, but / really must have little
air. I've not been out of the house all day.
Mrs. Rushmore understood, and not hurt,
though she was sorry not to hear more. / he dear
child should go out, by all means. Would Monsieur
Logotheti STAY to dinner? No? She was sorry.
She had forgotten that she had letter to write in
time for the afternoon post. So she went off and
left the two together
MARGARET led the way out the lawn, and
w they sat down garden chairs under big
elm tree. She said nothing while she settled herself
till she was quite ready, and then suddenly looking
at him with a sort of blank stare that would have
disconnected less superatvelv self possessed
than he was. 1t was most distinctly Madame de
CordOva, the offended prima donna, who spoke at
last and not Miss Margaret Dome, the nice English
girl
What in the world has got into YOU" she in
quired in a chilly tone
He opened his almond shaped eyes little wider,
Continued page IS