Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-01-01
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JANUARY 1. 1911

tails of flame; her nature was tingling with
warmth and delight at the sight of the twen
ty-four great horses in the ring, six teams
of four each, superbly accoutred and arching
their necks with conscious pride in their
strength and breeding as they moved about
on the tanbark of the oval.
Below her were scores of beings of all de-
grees in the social world. A fringe of men
and women, absorbingly interested in horses,
and nothing but horses, hung upon the
wooden rail about the ring as children
might at a circus. Behind them and fire.
quently minging with them, were men in
evening costume and women richly gowned,
who represented the sporting element of
Gotham's elect. Between these latter and
the balustrade of the boxes paraded scores
and droves of the curious, frankly inspect
ing the occupants of favored seats above
them.
All sorts and conditions were represented
in this ever moving procession, from the
wealthiest and most select, to the poorest
girl worker from some Broadway Office,
treating herself to this proximity to wealth
and the sclons thereof.
Far across, and up and down the huge
arena, the scores of boxes we're filled with
the darlings of money and power, and back
and forth their occupants were visiting, a
hundred already alive with interest at the
news that the Princess had appeared.
p OBLEY STUYVERANT arrived at the
~ Van Kirk box almost at Alice's heels.
He had barely time to pay his respects to the
occupants and be formally presented to
Major Rutherford and the Curtisses, when
the Vesuvian Romeo, Count Fiaschi, like
wise arrived, to be followed by young Baron
Klimsch, Captain Fowler, Beau Brymmer
of the diplomatic service, and a constant
stream of eager visitors.
No less than half a dozen boxes were
emptied forthwith, as their holders joined
the now congesting parade slowly moving
by the place where Thurley sat. Amused
and too diverted by the horses and pageant
ny of notables to find conversation with Stuy-
verant or any Others possible, the "Prin-
cess" gained in animation mOmentarily-
and her smile became more infectious and
winning.
"Ah, Highness," she heard Count Fiaschi
murrnur in his reckless ardor, Il am drop
ping from the clouds these days until see
you once again! My wings are your smiles.
You will not see me dash to earth with all
his rocks? One smile! soar again! Ali"
Thurley had smiled, it may not be denied.
"You are very considerable" she told him.
"You fear the rocks might be broken
"Virgen santisima! MOI" he assured her.
My heart!
She smiled again; and yet he did not soar,
but instead edged closer with his chair.
1t is Divinity" he murmured. ut is
above Paradise and"
He did not finish his description. Stuy-
verant was glowering upon him forbiddingly.
How utterly he loathed a being who could
bring his grimaces and department of court
ship to this public theater! But the inter-
ruption came from another source.
Kelsey Woods, the dashing horseman of
the park, had crowded forward in the press
below Thurley's seat and, saluting with his
hat, held up his hand for the formal grip that
hundreds were exchanging between boxes
and parade.
Began to fear you might not come" he
confessed, with his usual candor. Been
watching constantly. l say. 1 thought 1
might ask you to ride my hunter Wednesday
night, and perhaps drive my hackneys as
well. What do you say?"
Thurley appeared all innocence. "All at
once, Mr.. Woods? Wouldn't it seem an in
novation?"
Ibid 1 make it sound like that?" he
begged. "Reversion to my English school
ing. Shocking habit! But you'll ride the
hunter? He's beauty"
Alice leaned down above the throng