Evening star., 1909-06-10

THAT amt the same thing you played
just now, is it," he asked in doubt.
Sounds sort Of like the toons the bands
play at Masonic fun'rals."
Same notes. Different tempo. One Is
the motive of the boy who starts out
through the forest of life sounding
oy-challenge to everything and every
body The other is woven into the dead
hero's mourning chant In Goetterdaem-
merung. you know"
"Oh, yes I remember now," said Caleb
hastily. It'd just slipped my mind for
the minute. I've got SO many things to
think Of you know"
"Caleb Conover!" - -=-.s-.e,+
Down came both little hands with a re-
proving bang on the keyboard, as the girl
started out of her rhapsody.
Caleb Conover. you're being that way
again! And after all I've told you. How
am 1 going to cure you of pretending!
But. Dey!'' he declared. Honest II
thought did"
You know very we'll you were pretend
ing You don't know whether Goetter-
daemmerung is dog. bird or patent
medicine. Now confess. Do you?'
From the sound" floundered Caleb, in
all seriousness. I'D put my, money on the
dog. But then, maybe
Desiree leaned back and laughed long
"oh. Caleb" she gasped ''What am
going to do with you? Are you never go
ing to grow up?"
mot SO long as my making a fool of
myself can get such sweet-sounding
laugh out of you," he returned. But.
honest. Dey. how can you expect me to
know them things about horns an Dutch
men an spinnin'. an all that, when you
never tell me beforehand what it is you're
goin' to play? When you're doin' those
piano stunts always feel like you was
travelin' through places where the No
thoroughfare' signs hung out for me.
Then when l make blieve I'm keepdn up
with you-just so as ! won't get to feelin
too lonesome-you find 1t out somehow an
call me down. What's that thing you're
playn' now?"
Infinitely sweet, fraught with all the
tender hopelessness Of parting. the notes
ped abruptly.
IT only heard it once. In New York.
winter before last. It's the third act
heme.' Where they say goodbye in the
snow at the Paris barrier. / wish 1 re-
membered the rest Of it,
why, I thought those people was in
the play you told me about. You see
1 do remember some things like that.
Weren't they the ones that was in love
an the feller said the girl was his
YOUTH an when she died"
''Yes. It's an opera with the same sort
Of story rs queer you ,. remember saaler It; It.
me about La Vie de Boheme. How
funny that a big. matter-of-fact business
man like you should be interested In
sentimental stories of youth and love
sic stool and losing the unwonted dreami-
ness that had stolen over her. I'm going
to talk to you now about the Standishes'
dinner. Have you any idea how to be-
have, or what to do?''
We'll" drawled Caleb. Il guess it's
morn three years now since you loored
me from the simple Jeffersonian joys of
eatin with my knife. An l know bout
not tuckin' my napkin under my chin.
an not maxim noises like a swimmin'
mustn't touch the butter with my fork.
You see I've learnt lot by your lettin'
me come here to dinner so often. l guess
there amt any more things to remember.
will be hardest. but
There won't be any butter" said
Desiree, 80 there's one less temptation
for you to grapple with
Then Eli be all right about the eatin,
replied Conover Knife. soup. napkin,
butter. Anything else?'
only about fifty more things" an
swered Desiree. pessimistically. "Oh.
do wish l were to be there to coach
you!
Want an invitation" asked Caleb.
eagerly
How silly. At the eleventh hour? OF
course l don't l hardly know them.
Besides, I'm going to the musical after
ward. But I'm SO afraid you'll do some
thing you ought not to. You won't. will
you?'
Most likely 1 will" confessed Caleb,
ruefully But I bought a book today
bout etiquette an I'm reading up lit
tie I've got one or two pointers already.
NapkinS are Servy-Sery-'
"Serviettes?' suggested Desiree. But
no one nowadays calls them
AN when you don't want to get jagged
put your hand. with a careless. debby- |
nair movement, Z" he quoted, '.'over the |
top Of, whichever glass the serYnt ts