Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-16

their ages, and yet to Abby Natalie seemed in
the stress of passion to have become child again. Her
poSe gone, and through the thin she wore
for Others Abby the grain of unseasoned wood 1t
dismayed her too when she thought how much of part
she had had in the making of the match and yet year
two of self control not high price pay for all
that Brooke Garriott had brought her.
well, suppose you think I'm responsible"
"Oh, no, Dear. needn't have married him. It's not
your fault I'm sorry bother you. My regret is that
I'm still conscious of ideals"
"Rene?'
She wouldn't reply.
why didn't you marry Rene, them"
Still no reply.
"And now you and Rene are going to hold post NOR
tenn the remains of your dead romance Very
pretty also dangerous, and little dishonorabe. Does
Brooke know"
Natalie sat bolt upright now among her cushions
browning with growing resentment at her pretty
mentor, who had risen and standing at the cheval
glass taking the pins out of her hat Il can't see ABBY
make any difference to you In fact, should have
thought you would be pleased to know that my atten-
tons were otherwise engaged
Mrs. Kempton wheeled quickly. "Natalie How
could you?" The sparks were flying between them.
1T doesn't seem possible that you be Brooke
CARROTS friend-and mine too Natalie went on.
Fortunately, m not jealous not of him, and it IS lucky
Jack isn't But | don't that my relations with
Rene need weigh heavily your conscience. Rene
and are old friends and at least understand each
other.
Abby who had been listening curiously now shrugged
her shoulders You deluded child! AS you please In
other words, am de trob accept the hint. 1 won't
stood. am Brooke CARROTS friend in spite of trying
to be yours. l thought you were wiser. 1 hope you
won't regret your point of view When chance throws
men of his type in way, don't know what to do
with them They CRATE on pretty aectations sound
shallow preensions spoil finest effects, which
like Rene live to create. You may think what you
like of me, Natalie dear; but when your husband at
loss for advice I'll offer tiff he asks me-"
"Of course, Abby darling. By all means begin by
asking him to come home With Tommy Mccall and
Nina, Rene and l. Winthrop and Alda the Marquis and
LYDIA all to be paired but you. You'd like him
to be here wouldn't you?''
"Of course. That leaves only Jack and Dudley De
Witt. Jack would think l was losing my senses if l
showed a preference for him. And Dudley-you
couldn't expect me to frt with almentary canal
But Natalie refused to smile. I'm sorry' she said
"T do nothing to prevent his coming; but l will not
write him.
A BBY shrugged and turned away to the window
where Natalie presently discovered her shaking in
silent merrirnent at something outside. station
wagon approaching the house. very rickety station
wagon from the village, drawn by fororn looking horse
which logged in protesting dignity to the terrace steps,
The inside paid the driver got down, and suitcase
in hand made briskly for the doorway.
L fancy there'n be need to WRITE, said Mrs.
Kempton cheerfully. "You must have told him was
coming; for here he is" Her hostess had rushed to
the window in time to get glimpse of her husbands
coat tails he disappeared the shadow of the portal
what it, Natalie dear? You look though you had
seen ghost
Mrs. Garriott sank to the window seat, while Mrs.
Kempton moved toward the door.
An reuoir Dear. I've kept you too long Well be