Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-19

it into words 1t would not have startled
him had this wizard of vast experience and
clairvoyant judgment ignored his chief and
preached delicate affair of state.
But Saccarello did not sound him upon a
preferential treaty or bring up the incident
of the hour. He spoke of Ann Milburn's
beauty. He mentioned her eyes again,
turned a not unpoetic phrase upon her
mouth, and then, with an abrupt drop into
prose, made her teeth the vehicle of tribute
to American dentistry.
"And marvellous shoulders" he added in
his outspoken Latin way. Il have not seen
such pair of shoulders in Paris since the
COS. There was belle of the Second En-
pire, an imperial favorite, frail Floren-
tine" He paused and unused over his
cognac,
ing made the frank appraisal of AIMS per-
son seem indicate; but he did most en-
phatically want to hear that story.
"Who had such shoulders" completed
Saccarello abruptly, and the tale of the frail
Florentine ended.
Buckley relaxed in his seat. miss Mil
burn has also superior intelligence" he
remarked penitently, lifting the discussion to
a higher plane. "She will chatter small talk
with you, like any natural young woman;
but that is merely the social mask. I've had
glimpses of her real self"
HAh!"
The monosyllable might have meant any
thing. Buckley fancied, however, that it
was tinged with a certain cynicism toward
AIMS whole sex. There was no detaching
Saccarello from his legend.
"Yes," he pursued, eager to do her COM
plete justice, "you have only to strike the
right note, and the real woman will respond.
Her range is as exceptional as her advan-
tages. She has been everywhere, had every
thing that money can buy. Her uncle's
fortune" he made and rejected calculations,
"is immense"
Railroads." queried Saccarello idly.
Railroads, copper, everything. It
was lumber in the beginning"
"That sounds American"
at is, very. Justin Blairs story is SO
typical that it's threadbare. He came out
of the Civil War virtually penniless; but
somehow he and his wife's brother, Miss
Milburn's father, borrowed little money
and put it into Michigan forests. He swung
an ak himself at first, worked shoulder to
shoulder with his men. Today, as we say
over there, he has money to burn. He prob
ably doesn't know the amount of his in
come
49," said Saccarcllo, as his companion
COllCclNCu liilSHI lld'C oIISiSu iC'
"And his niece, does she enjoy the same de-
ightful uncertainty?'
@That's the common impression. Her
parents died when she was very young. It's
not conceivable that Justin Blair would let
her interests suffer"
No." said the old man dryly. II think
we may safely assume the existence of
respectable dot. Are her affections en-
gaged?"
Buckley colored, and, furious with him
self for such undiplomatic behavior, red
dened deeper still IL have no reason to
think So" he answered. "A girl in her po-
sition would not be apt to choose Iastily.'
"True," agreed Saccarello, rising. at
will take man out of the ordinary to inter
est her." His half whimsical smile seemed
| to add, @Such a man as you!'
They left, as they had entered, arm in
arm; but the black CARRIED ouvreuse who
waddled down the corridor to meet them
was now the sole witness of Buckeyes apoth-
costs.
present my apologies to the ladies for
OBTAINING you said the Italian at the box
door. "For that matter, l owe them to you
as we'll"
any dear Baron"
Il don't meet you younger men often, you
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