Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-04-12


she said. instead of answering his question.
She would not have been the thoroughly
feminine woman she waS,-far more feminine,
in the simple human sense, than Lady Maud
if she had not felt satisfaction in having tanned
the formidable money wolf so that he fawned
at her feet; but perhaps she was even more
pleased, or amused, than she thought she
could be by any such success. The man was
so much stronger and rougher than any other
man with whom she had ever been acquainted,
and she had once believed him to be such
thorough brute, that this final conquest flat
tered her vanity
Van Torp told her Barakas history as far
as he knew it from Logotheti.
81 never heard such amusing set of
stories as you are telling me to-day she said.
That particular one is Logotheti's,' he an
swered. and he can probably tell you much
more about the girl"
Well" said Van 'Torp, quoting saying
like that kind Of thing, should think that
would be the kind of thing, they'd like"
The prima donna smiled. Can you de-
scribe herr she asked.
Did you ever read fairy story about a
mouse that could turn into a tiger when it
iked?' inquired the American in tone of
profound meditation if contemplating a
vision that Margaret could not see
"No," said she, 81 never did"
{" l don't think ever did, either. But there
might be a fairy story about that, mightnt
there?" Margaret nodded. with an express
sion of displeased interest, and he went on,
well, it describes Miss Barracks to a I.
Yes. that's what l call her. She put 'Barak'
on her business card whatever that means
in a Christian language; but when l found
out it was girl I christened her Miss Bar
racks"
How did you find out she was girl?"
Margaret asked, and her tone suddenly
hard.
Van Torp was not prepared for the ques
ton, and felt very uncomfortable for mo-
ment. 1t was question of form, you see,
he said awkwardly.
Form? Formally? 1 don't understand"
Margaret was really puzzled.
No, mol" Van Torp was actually blushing.
81 . mean hi, his f form, her her form , , :.
was girl in boys clothes?"
Certainly. Yes. Only, you see, he had
kind of fit, the boy did, and thought he was
going to faint; SO picked him up and carried
Dome. l knew l hadn't got boy in my
arms, that's all
81 should think sol" assented the English
woman. I'm sure l should! When you
found out she was girl, how did she strike
your"
very attractive, l should say; very at
tractive" he repeated with more emphasis.
People who admire brunettes might think
her quite fascinating. She has really extraor-
binary eyes. to begin with those long fruity
to the right and left through their long eye
1ashes. Do you know what l mean?"
Perfectly. You make it very clear. Go
on please" g. w. 49, ,
be thinking again well, there was her com
plexion too. It's first rate for a dark girl.
Ever been in first class dairy? Do you know
the color of Attorney cream when it's ready
to be skinned? Her complexion is just like
that and when she is angry it's as if you
squeezed the juice of about one red currant
into the whole pan of cream. See what l
mean?"
Eyes. She must be awfully pretty. Tell
me Has she nice hair? Even teeth"
81 should think she had!" answered Van
Torp, with even more enthusiasm than he
had shown yet. They're as small and even
and white as if somebody had carved them
all around half new billiard ball; not sep
arate, you understand, but all in one piece.
Very pretty mouth they make, with those
rather broiled salmon colored lips she has, and
a little chin that points up, if she could hold
her own. She can, too! Her hair? Well. you
see she has cut it short, to be boy; but it's
as thick as a beavers fur, l should say, and
pretty black. It's silky kind of hair. which
looks alive. You know what l mean, l dare
say. Some brunettes' hair looks coarse and
dusky, like horsehair; but hers isn't that
kind, and it makes a sort of reflection in the
sun. the way a young ravens wing feathers