Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-18

timacy. that for the hour pig iron had
yielded the center of the stage to Cupid.
Many gentlemen left their tables. napkin
in hand, to congratulate the colonel: and
Wayne, too, submitted his hand to many
grasps, some of them hngeringly SYM
pathetic, others expressive of a general
frieEdliness and liking. The colonel was
shrewd one, SO many remarked: it was
real stroke to present himself to the
eye of the greater city in company with
his son on this memorable day. 1t was
not like Col. Craighill to make mar
riage that would estrange his children
the outward and visible acceptance by
them of the impending union was m
dubitably presented in the corner where
father and son ate their luncheon to-
gether. When there came lull In the
visits to the Craighill table Wingfeid
lounged thither and drew up his chair
hypocrite, Wingfield shook hands with
the colonel, but did not refer to the
topic of the hour. He addressed him.
self to Wayne on the prospects OF .ne
and called his attention to some new pic
lures at the Art Institute. He men,
toned the presence in America of a
great French portrait painter with whose
work Mr.. Craighill was familiar.
You should certainly have him paint
you, colonel. This is the best place In
the world for the assembling of works OF
art: the CRIME soon makes old masters
of them ALL The orchestra trustees meet
at this afternoon in the board room OF
the Fine Arts building. Your check was
generous colonel; but Wayne will have
to work. Don't forget the meeting.
Wayne. We count on him, Col. craig
hill. By the way, Wayne an old friend
of ours has turned up here-Paddock OF
agile legs and stammering tongue. What
profits it, may l ask, for any man to lay
up store of wealth for his children when
they're likely to scorn the fieshpots lor
locusts and wild honey? One might ex-
pect Paddock to come here to study the
iron business, but bless me. mes come
to save our souls.
Yes; I've seen Jimmy
Il thought you hadn't seen him." re-
marked Col Craighill. in surprise.
"Oh. yes: / ran into him the other
night by chance replied Wayne, Just
after we had been talking about him.
He's the same chap. Our meeting wasn't
very fortunate-in fact, we didn't seem
to hit it off,
"He always was modest about himself.
you remember said Wingfeld. Il
wanted to give him dinner at the club
to interest people in his missionary
schemes, but he wouldn't have it.
Hes doing a noble work, l hear" said
Col Craighill. It's unfortunate that
he won't accept help from those among
us who know the local conditions"
"Well, it's a relief that philanthropy
can enter this town just once without
preluding itself with lot of bombast and
brag," sighed Wingfield. I'm for Pad
dock: in fact, have every honorable In
tention of placing my soul at his dis
posal. It's only decent to patronize new
home industries
Col Craighill had not known Of
Wayne's election to the orchestra board.
and as Wingfield left he said:
That's the kind of thing l like our
name to be identified with-the best aims
and endeavors Of the city. I'm deeply
gratified to know that you are interested
hands full. It's. for your generation to
build upon our foundations"
They put me on the board I guess. be-
cause used to play the fiddler
$50 you did. That was your dear
mothers dea-that you should lake vio-
lin lessons AS ] remember, you showed
aptitude"
II believe | rather liked II.
And wayne saw himself again I'm
Standing at hie mothers
side by the piano. In the haf-re'nFn nered
days of mis- happy childhood. lie was
thrown back upon the mood of four
nights before, when he had stood before
his mothers portrait and felt the call OF
memory There was in his heart tur-
bulent rebellion against this improbable
father. who faced him as always. bland
poised. assured. Imaginary wrongs grew
real: slight injuries and fp1ustices, long
forgotten. cried fiercely in their recrudes-
cence for vengeance.
And conscious of its foulness he had
planned an evil thing. 1t had crossed his
mind like a dark shadow. obscuring the
fair horizon of his better nature the mo-
ment he looked upon the face of the
woman his father was about to marry.
He had known her first: that was the
beautiful irony of it: and he was keep
ing silent, because iri her. installed as his
fathers wife, he saw means OF re-