Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-07

t? it. it has often m made = y -
in which some of your
titled nonentties grove before a Lithuanian Croesus
who is power the Rand. But unbendng is
different thing to groveing, perhaps?
Mrs. Devar sighed yet she gave moments scrutiny
wine list brought by the head waiter. "A small bot
tie of 81, please, she said in undertone Then she
sighed again, deprecating the Vanrenen directness.
Unfortunately my dear few of set avoid alto
gether the worship OF the golden calf.
Cynthia thrust obstinate chin into the argument.
People will do things for bread and butter that they
would shy at if independent, she said. Il under
stand the calf proposition much easily than the
snobbshness that would forbid gentleman like Ftz-
roy from eating meal in the same apartment as his
employers simply because he money by driving
automobile
Iu her earnestness Cynthia had gone just little
beyond the bounds of fair comment and Mrs. Devar
was quick to seize the advantage thus offered.
From some points of view Fitzroy and | are in the
same boat she said quietly. Still, cannot agree
that it is snobbish to regard or coachman as
social inferior have been told that there several
broken down gentlemen driving omnibuses in London;
but that is why should ask of them to
dinner though his taste in wine might be beyond
dispute"
Cynthia had already regretted her impulsve out
burst Her vein of romance was imbedded in a rock
of good sense and she took the implied reproof peni-
tently. Il afraid my sympathleS rather ran away
with my manners" she said. please forgive me.
really didn't mean to charge you with being snob
The absurdy of the statement carries its own retta
ton. spoke in general terms and willing to admit
that was wrong in asking the to come here to-
night But the incident happened quite naturally He
mentioned the fact that he often stayed in the hotel as
boy
Every probably" agreed Mrs. Devar cheerfuly:
1--WE are all subject to ups and downs For my part
speaking chaperon my sole thought being to safe
guard you from the disagreeabe busybodies who mis-
construe ones motives And now let talk of some
thing amusing. You see that woman IN Old rose
brocade-she is sitting with bald headed man at the
third table your left Well that is the Countess of
Porthcawl and the with her is Roger Ducrot the
banker. Porthcawl is most complaisant husband. He
never comes within thousand miles of Nillicen She
is awfuy nice, clever and witty, and the rest OF it
quite mans woman. We are sure to meet her IN the
lounge after dinner, and I'll introduce you.
Cynthia said she would be delighted. Reading be-
tween the lines of Mrs Devars description, it not
easy comprehend the distinction that forbade friend
ship with Fitzroy while offering it with N1lcen Count
of Porthcawl But the girl resolved not to open
rift. In her heart she longed for the day that
would reunite her to her father; meanwhile Mrs
Devar must be dealt with gently.
Despite its tame ending this unctuous discussion on
social ethics led to wholly unforeseen results
THE allusion to possible pier at Bournemouth meant
more than Mrs. Devar imagined; but cynthia re-
sisted the allureents of another enhancing evening"
went early to her room and wrote duty letters tor
couple of hours The excuse served cut short her
share of the Countess brilliant conversation though
Ducrot tried to make himself very agreeable when he
heard the name of Vanrenen.
Medenham standing in the hall, suddenly came face
to face with Lady Porthcawl, who endowed with
unerrng eye for minute shades of distinction IN the
evening dress garments of the opposite SEX Her cor
respondence consisted largely of picture postcards and
she had just purchased some stamps from the hall
porter when she nehemiah take a telegram from
the rack where had been reposng since this afternoon
1t was, she knew, addressed to V1SCount Medenham.
That and her recollection of his father banshed doubt
George" she cried, with charming air of having
found the she was longing to meet, don't say
I've grown old that you have forgotten mel!
He startled, rather more violently than might be