Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-02

bad?" she asked; for his expression was thoughtful
laughter leapng back into his eyes, he said, L couldn't
stay away any longer. I've to ask you and your
aunt-and shall we include Mrs. Truscott-to take tea
with me-.
Her own smile was as ronic as his own. DO you
wish private or public performance she queried
Public by all means Suppose we say at the Lat;
audience there at five OC clock.
Chapter x.
THE public performance of "a Prince in Chains" at
L the primitive little dairy where fashion for the
moment chose to drink its tea prelude to
of the same comedy with all Como for audience and
background Rodoslav his Swiss valet with flowers
every morning; he danced attendance every night Ann
to be found at home; while the hours between
him man dominated by the one idea of amusing
American girl whom the opinion of Anglo Saxon
Cadenabba- seemed to have appreciation of his
exalted rank of her undeserved good fortune
He organized excursions to LeccO and the country back
of Belaggio; he golfed, rowed, walked, dled, her
caprice Dictated he even planned night ascent of
tain climbing small hour prowlngs attracted vetoed
with decision.
Virginia Truscott would have gone. She would have
Chaperoned anything Rodoslav proposed. Her admra-
ton for him bordered on monomania. This he turned
profit redoublng his attentions Ann whenever she
by AS matter of he included her and her
husband in expedition by launch to the castle
crowned rock of Corenno. which he offered a SUBJ
stitute for the breakfast the mountain The
day became of Virginia's most cherished recoec-
tions.
1t was such day, indeed, as might leave lasting
fragrance in any memory. Time seemed to linger to
SAVIOR the perfect moment of perfect autumn, the
luscious rpeness that tomorrow would call decay The
air its softest the lake its buest the vineyards the
forests the mountains, their elusive veil of
haze. Belaggo spotless in the morning sum- the Fume
de Latte spouting truly milk white today; the brown
old tower keeping watch upon Varenna; Belano hold
ing the gateway OF its purple valey,-al the panorama
of the eastern shore shared in the atmospheric wchery
mented ruin they had made their place of pilgrimage.
THEY unched outdoors Rodoslavs servant spread
ing the cloth in an olive grove and ided away the
sesta hours amid the crumbling walls of the ruin
The Prince, who sketched amused himself with the
gnared trunks of the olive trees Truscott deprived of
cocktails and the JOY of casting line reverted to his
third passion and proposed game of bridge.
His wife voiced the common horror. Bridget" she
cried. I'm the castle of Corenno! You deserve to be
thrown off the rock!
Il can't see why" said the stockbroker with sim
CERTIFY and, selecting fiat stone, devoted himself
idiots Delight
For my part, declared Virginia, Il mean to dream
of the stored past
The stored past did not bar lively interest in
the present, however. Mrs. Blair, who had no civil
oophoe of escape became the recipient of of
gossip inexhaustble the widows cruise. Ann
fortunately placed contrived to steal away and
forty herself against boredom in dilapidated tower
with faultless view.
But she to be solitary She had scarcely pos
sessed herself of her lordy prospect when she heard
Rodoslavs step.
You are very pictorial" he said. Il wish 1 could
really draw
She turned her head just far enough meet his eyes,
aren't you wasting energy?" she queried.
He came and stood over her. Just what does that
mean, my allyn"
Isn't it perfectly clear? We have no audience Why
not rest?'
Il had some such idea when I followed you off the
stage" he smiled They say actors often read
chat while they wait Why not tell your leading lady
that she is PICTORIAL