Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-13

RENE DE LAND sat the wicker table
~ amdships with long glass filled with ice at his
elbow deep in his chair his eyes gazing over the water
his brows frowning at vacancy.
His hostess at little distance read letter she had
taken from envelop already opened. She too was
frownng, and in her absorption it seemed had quite
forgotten the presence of her companion.
often wonder Natalie dear (she ready whether the kind
of social nutriment you and accustomed isn't bad
for ones moral digestion and whether it doesn't spoil
appetite staple articles of diet Pate and trues
very well their way nobody be quite strong
without beef and potatoes With seems almost
brutal to be candid uncombed unwashed In
of life should doubtless have by this
time to understanding. should have explained.
would have scratched face and should have returned
normal relations unrued by the incident; but
accustomed to dealing in subtlees that these healthy
amenities denied and willing to keep UP the
subterfuge by existing footing to all outward
friendly but which in least rather
precarous little rustic plain dealing ought to go long
way toward clearing the moral atmosphere
If weren't that your husbands relations with
(whatever they are) wouldn't in the least affect your hap
piness should hesitate to be honest with
But you good doesn't great
deal way the other. You for instance, very
much fortunate than when first discovered
Jack flirting with Bertha Paget simply adored Jack and
Bertha hadn't anything recommend her but becoming
hair wash pair of theatrical eyes, may be fattering
myself; but fancy I'm much respectable. don't
use a hair wash, and my eyes at least are my own
Besides. don't adore Brooke. You've taken particu
lar pains show everybody how much you despse him.
Naturally he felt it. and so fled to But you won't be-
grudge him to can't help it if you do; for warned
that he far too attractive to be allowed
wander long unattached Perhaps attached isn't for
tunae word 1t doesn't fit Brooke Garriott. I'm
sure he's fond of me- but he isn't the least in love-
whatever he may have said Gerrys That only the
gratitude of the aress. He doesn't realize how
fully planned that scene-alas all but the witnesses.
There is something in the big for pate and trfes
to understand. Natalie dear
Do you know now why have written you? It's
Brooke's account. | don't want to think he's
to make practice of that of thing. If he were
should have been the last the world have
mitted it. shall make him for if can; but adj
NIT that the fact that he in love with
The letter dropped to the deck and Mrs CARROTS
eyes suddenly turned toward the blue of the distant
shore. The rown deepened for moment, and then
other expression fitted her face driving away
Her lips parted though about to smile but
tiny wrinkle between her brows remained to indicate
lingering perplexity. That curious piece of in
formation. 1t startled her a little. Early in their
gagement she had carefully suppressed the few symp
toms of feeling she had discovered in Brooke Garrott
and she had not been much bothered by their
renee AT times he had surprised her by his forbear
and at Others by the sharpness of the weapons
with which he had met her antagonisn. But there had
been sign of what Abby mentioned since their we'd
ding day when they had met the terrace and then
hot shame the blood cOurSig through her cheeks
that not love. No who loved could kiss so bru
tally that. He strong, strong 1t cruel
to ones strength upon a She could
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