Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-01-09
CHAPTER XXVII-Continued.
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| shut the door on him then. He
seemed suddenly sordid- Dinner. j
thought, Although. matter of fact.
/ made a very fair meal when, Granger
suit case not having gone. in his coat
and some other mans trousers, | was
finally fit for the amenities. Alison did
not come down to dinner. so ii was clear
she would not go over to the clubhouse
dance / pied my injured arm. and a fic-
titious, vaguely located sprain from the
wreck, as an excuse for remaining at
home. Sam regaled the table with ac-
counts of my distrust of women. my one
love affair-with Dorothy. to which | re-
sponded. as was expected, that only my
failure there had kept single all these
yesrs. and that if Sam should be mys-
terfously missing during the bathing hour
tomorrow. and SO on.
And when the endless meal was over.
and yards of white wells had been tied
over pounds of hair-or is it, too bought
by the yard and some eight ensembles
with their abject compliments had been
packed into three automobiles and trap,
/ drew n long breath and faced about.
| had just then only one object in life
TO find Alison. to assure her of my alb
solute faith and confidence in her. and to
offer my help and my poor self IL she
would let me. in her service
She was not easy to find. / searched
the lower floor. the erandas and the
grounds. circumspectly. Then l ran into
a little English girl who turned out to be
her maid. and who also was searching
She was concerned because her mistress
had had no dinner, and because the tray
of food she carried would soon be cold
I took the tray from her on the glimpse
of something white on the shore, and that
was how l met the girl again.
She was sitting on an overturned boat
her chin in her hands, staring out to sea
The soft tide of the bay Tapped almost
At her feet, and the draperies of her
white gown melted hazily into the sands
She looked like "A wrath. a desponden,
phantom of the sea, although the adJec-
tive is redundant. Nobody ever thinks
of a cheerful phantom. Strangely enough
considering her evident sadness. she was
Whistling softly to herself, over and over
some dreary little minor air that sounded
like bohemian dirge. She glanced ur
quickly when I made a misstep and my
dishes jingled All considered, the tray
was out OF the picture; the sea. the misty
starlight. the girl. with her beauty-even
the sad little whistle that stopped now
and then 10 go braveiy on again. as
though IL fought against the odds of a
trembling lip And then | came. accom-
panied by a tray of little silver dishes
that jnsled and an unmistakable odor OF
broiled chicken,
oh she said. quickly and then, "Oh!
i thought you We're jenkins"
Timeo Danaos the rest of it?'
! asked, rendering my Offering You
didn't have any dinner. you know
sat down beside her See I'll be the
table. What was the old fairy tale:
Little goat bleat: little table appear,
I'm perfectly willing 10 be the goat. too. "
She was laughing rather TREMENDOUSLY.
We never do meet like other people
do We? Size asked. We really ought &c
shake hands and say how are YOU"
Il don't want to meet you like other
people. and | suppose you always think
of me as wearing the other fellow s
clothes | returned. meekly. I'm do.
ing IL again; l don't seem to be able to
help IL. These are Changers that have
on now
She threw back her head and laughed
again. ioyously. this time.
oh. lis so ridiculous. she said, land
YOU have never seen me when l was no,
eating. It's too proSaic"
Which reminds me that the chicken il
getting cold and the ice warm" l sug
gested At the time l thought there
could be no place better than the farm
house kitchen-but this is. l ordered al
this for something ! want to say to you
the sea. the sand. the stars.
How alternative you aret" she said
trying to be flippant. You are not Il
say anything until / have had my sup
per. Look how the things are spilled
around"
But she ate nothing, after all, ant