Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-04-18

II the crash came and he disappeared FOL
years.
The thick cream-tinted paper was con.
vnons in Itself bearing Nase, in gilt letters
MY Dear Old Robert: l have just re-
turned from the south. and, of course. In
tended to come straight home. But | me,
H. r. H.. the Grand Duke Feodor Stan1ef
who has been visiting the United States
and he is taking me with him as his sec
| rotary. I owe him more than I can tell
or you guess. BERTHE; and this service Is
a service of love. I will write again: you
know there was no opportunity where
have been.
Give my love to Aunt Rose and Theo-
is she quite my sister BY this time?
Very happily and lovingly, my brother
Your brother
JOHN ALLARD.
Like girl he touched the letter to his
lips before putting 1t In the envelope
Robert would watch the eastern newspa-
pers. he knew. and couple the two stories
together.
strong salt wind when Allard reached the
deck, green and white waves running
| under the bright sunshine and dashed to
swirling froth by the innumerable boats
blowing back and forth. On the yacht
everything was activity and preparation
all sound overborne by the crash of load
ing coal. The busy Capt. Delsar left his
affairs and came to greet the guest pune
tiliously. II hurriedly.
I'VE sail this morning he explained.
and you will understand all that In
wolves for me. monsieur"
Allard responded cordially; 1t was SO
wonderful. so beautiful. just to meet other
men again and be himself. And presently
Lieut.. Vasili came to add his cheerful
greeting and lead the way to the forward
deck. where wicker chairs and small ia.
bles stood under a gay scarlet awning.
His royal highness told me t..ls morn
ing to amuse you. II could he declared
Indeed think he left me behind for
| that purpose, Monsieur JOHN
"Allard." the other corrected. pleasant,
lily. II am infinitely Obliged to his royal
highness, then, ] am sure"
"A thousand pardons: I misunderstood
your name last night
mot exactly. his royal highness calls
me John. my Christian name"
Vasili's eyes opened and he regarded
| his companion with marked respect
HE told me he had known you q long
time" he assented. and that you had
been ILL., The voyage across will tone you
up-if you are a good sailor-before we
| reach home"
IT am q good sailor Allard afiirmed.
rather astonished at Staniefs account Of
his health. He had no idea Of the ex-
treme delicacy Of his own appearance OF
how those years of torture had left him
worn and colorless.
Vasili tilted his chair against the rail
and smiled engagingly.
For my part am always happisst at
sea-" he confided mot that am con-
cerned with political affAirs-pas 81 bette;
/ leave that for wiser heads But still
, one Is never secure in q country like ours.
| I walk straight ahead without asking
questions. and hope the grand duke sees
am doing no more: nevertheless. one IL
more comfortable at sea. All. this Amer
lea Is a restful place! No intrigued, no
rivals, no salt mines In the background
| "A delightful picture you are painting
for me-" suggested Allard. laughingly.
oh you are the friend Of his royal
highness, monsieur. Moreover every one
believes an American or an EnglishmAn
when he declares himself with one party;
Dit IL only each other whom we always
Aspauectr Tiapsx.Ahe little WhitsEAoetv'