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

Ii would make EN- sit up
Kate reposed in the window seat and
waited until such time as her friend
should see fit to be rational.
And I'll do my hair English and leave
off my g's. Remember that dy Evelyn
Maud at the pension In Florence? And
We'll act as if We were trying to conceal
my lofty station. Kate, it will be joy
full thing."
Kate smiled indulgentIy.
ALSO" added Patrice lit will give me
an excellent opportunity to snub that
Harvard young man. How fortunate our
rooms connect, Kate. SO ] can wake you
up in the night if l have any further in
spirations.'
IF you dare threatened Kate: but
she was just dropping off when white
figure crept in through the open door
Il am going to register as Mary Patric-
ia Muriel Beatrice Lithgow." said low
voice trembling with enthusiasm.
IF you come in here again, Pat, [ shall
lock the door" said Kate.
Patrice came out of the broad front
door, a sketch book in her hand. Floyd
and Mr.. French sprang forward as one
man, profferirg tennis racket and dilat-
ing on the refreshing shadiness of the
court Patrice looked sweetly regretful.
Il am really too shockingly out of
form" she said. Besides, / am going
sketching quite by myself in laughing
refusal of two immediate offers to carry
her sketch book. Il can't draw at all
when there is any one about She
wished Kate were there to appreciate that
Kate. whose sketch book il was that
she carried against the desire of its own
or. She tucked it under her arm now.
and with another regretful smile at the
two young men went down the steps and
off across the lawn. And as she went the
eyes of the embroidcrinG ladies were lift
ed to follow
There could be no doubt that the mis-
sion was having a successful beginning
Whether the photograph left just one day
to the observation of the chambermaid or
whether the accent and the air of Patrice
alone were responsible, il was undeniable
that a new interest hummed in the air
Even tho lady who was trying TO beat her
own record on a pink crochetcd afghan
laid down her long white needle an in
slant to nod significantly at her neighbor
OF the Battenberg Centerpiec": Notice
her walk she breathed "English"'
1t was English. being in loving memory
of Lady Evelyn Maud of the Florentne
pension. Also the pose with which she
seated herself upon Il stump beside the
Holmers brook was copied from the same
aristocratic source. Patrice was too much
of an artist 10 drop her role while the
possibility of an audience remained
Where she sat she was hidden from the
house. but some one might be approach
ing from the other direction. Some one
was approaching. tall young man with
"A thin well modelled face and a good zeal
of dark hair brushed very smooth. He
carried his hat in his hand and was read
ing a letter.
Patrice held her pencil at a workman
like poise and dropped her gaze to a
blank page of Hates sketch book. Then
quite against her intention she looked up
Their eyes met across the Holmcrs brook
and she gave him what she characterized
as a snippy little nod. He returned it
with an easy bow and came to a stand
still.
down." he said. "a fallen tree and some
moss-covered stones-just the sort of
things that girls always have in their
sketch-books. There was a teasing ca
dence in his pleasant voice.
Miss Lthgow narrowed her pretty eyes
in imitation of Kate and held her long
pencil as ii she expected momentari.y to
begin. The young man waited: presently
he spoke. Does il annoy you to have me
here, Miss Lithsow?' he said.
Not at all, Mr.. Adamson." with a lit
tie accenting of her accent and an air of
tolerance toward the lower orders. Il
had really forgotten you were there"
Il am obliged 10 recall myself to your
memory" he said. because l have a bit
OF your property.
cate color. iika reflection from pink
shade, touched her face. The young ma
held = handkerchief in his hand. a par
uculary fine and dainty handkerchief,
having in one corner a tiny coronet which
Miss Lithgow had wasted the Holmers'
gas To embroider.
1T is yours, isn't it?' said the young
man politely.
Patrica achieved an air of bored acques-
cance May | ask you to leave it in the
office?'' she said
III" looked at the jolly little mountain
stream that rated between them then he
looked at the handkerchief again, and so
by proper gradations back to the young
woman on the other side of the brook
Il think, if you viii allow me, I VIII re-
turn IL 10 you IN person." he said There
are stepping stones farther down"
Patrice watched with mingled feelings
as he turned and disappeared among the
trees. He had an athletic swing TO his
shoulders that seemed to match the easy
lack of ceremony in his manner His
rather shabby coat had a correct indi-
viduality. Something about him made a
guarantee rom Miss Enderleigh or any
one else seem absurd. However, IL could
not be denied that from the Lady EVELYN
Maud standpoint he had taken a liberty
She banished all Improbable speculations
on the attractiveness of his smile and
kept that thought in mind. When he re-