Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-01-17

tempt and disgust, another just like it tc
her husband. and then, white still and as
cold as ice, she looked only at the Ia bic
| before her
Mrs. Warren examined Pauline Harmon
| with a cool, measuring eye. She, too, was
culation, as of one who weighed the
| chances. George Grey showed fright
| His lips and heavy jaw trembled. and he
glanced appfehenSiVely at Mrs. Harmon
, his wife and his mother-in-law. each time
with the air of Il whipped dog. I was
sorry TO see Alicia Grey and Pauline
Harmon brought face to face. but I haG
| no sympathy for George Grey. He hat
made the net for himself, and, since he
was caught in it, he might wriggle as he
could.
Jimmy Warfield also saw and observed
! perhaps more than |. but he said moth
| ing. He was truly my friend but he haG
! the innate delicaCy that is the gift of the
! gods, and we went on with our breakfast
| speaking only of topics that were fan
| from the immediate minds of both of US
L could not keep my eyes from the Grey
table, and | shared the painful strain that
| endured there. not that of the mercenary
mother. nor that of the whipped dog of a
husband, but that Of Alicia who deserved
| so much of the gods and who received SC
| little Grey kept his red face in his plate
| and / wondered whether his apprehension
was really due to sense of shame or tc
| political campaign.
Alone among all the actors in this word.
less little tragedy. Pauline Harmon was
neither angry nor embarrassed: on the
contrary, ! had secret belief that she
was enjoying herself. Her demure role
was preserved; she was not expansive her
gaze did not rove about the room but
when she had bowed TO two or three ac-
quaintances, myself among them, she
turned her attention to the letters that
la n
| ~. a bright bit of life and femininity. ap-
parently without care.
I think about half an hour passed, and
then Alicia was the first of those con.
cerned to leave the room. She gaze6
| straight before her she went out and
never once looked aside. After she was
! gone Mrs. Warren examined Pauline
| Harmon more at length. but that shy
| creature seemed to take no notice of the
| inspection and still remained without a
care. Then Mrs. Warren rose and with a
sweeping glance of command took her
sonin-law in her train.
Harrison. who In his character of best
| friend to Grey quickly learned everything
gave me the next news. l was taking my
| favorite walk on the hills when | saw ar
| slowly on but he soon overlook me-
You were a witness of the Harmon's
| debut at the capitol he said, in half
| friendly manner. land / think it no more
! ing"
He paused. as il waiting the word from
me whether to continue or to stop
| wished TO know. and yet 1t was deeply dis.
| tasteful to me to hear him talk abou,
Alicia or the things that concerned her
| But his pause was only momentary, and
| he went on:
Grey is in a state. hard to describe
| because that state is composed of so MANY
and such differing elements. He is in a
rage at his wife. because she treats him
as one whom she never saw before: he Is
in a blue funk lest he be compromised
when he is in the public eye; he is cha.
grined because Pauline Harmon came here
when he told her not to do so. and above
=, all, he Is jealous on her account"
"Jealous." i exclaimed IN surprise 80.
whom?'
Me" he replied, with a grimace.
| YOU"
Eyes. il is l. note your establishment
and I take it as compliment. He tried
to hide it. but he really thinks want to
usurp his place with Pauline Harmon
merely because I have been polite to heI
| once or twice since she came What non
! sense. He has far more cause to be
Jealous nearer home, the blind idiot: AZ