Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-01-08
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JANUARY 8, ,s,,

Mr.. Woods, thoroughly appreciated your
splendid intention. 1t was splendid. And
your horse must be superbly swift. F."
His pleasure returned like homing pi-
geon. will you accept him, Miss Thurley,
as a gift?"
"Oh, dear me, no! she answered girlishly
. | couldn't possibly ride two at once, and
shouldn't think of surrendering Cataract
my wild Cataract that leaps in glory |
think we could beat you in a race. J"
A hope was flashed on his mind. Twill
you try?"
Yes, on Judgment Day-at three.
THE music ceased. The evening had be-
gun. 1t became another of the triumphs
that Thurley made no effort to achieve. 1t
was brilliant, Intoxicating conclave of the
goddesses of Music, Beauty, and Motion.
On the breath of perfume and the wave of
rhythm all manner of love crept subtly forth,
the passionate with the tender, the bold with
the timid, the selfish with the pure. Youths
and men, the eager SWANS who were granted
for brief, bewildering rotation in the maze
of the music's spell, succumbed both with
and against their wills to the magic of her
personality.
Stuyverant was there He was miserable
and exuberant together, consumed with i'm
patience and despair, as he watched her
dancing with and smiling upon her various
partners, and vibrant with rapture when she
spent a moment at his side He was not
dancing. With his right arm suspended in
sling the feat was awkward to extinction.
But Thurley had granted him one of her
numbers, which he meant to spend in the
fernery, apart from the dazzle of the ball
room and the insistence of the music.
MEANTIME for Thurley the one par
~ ticular variant of the evening was sup
piled in the various speeches and devices
men choose to divulge sudden love. There
was certain eloquence in awkward feet, as
we'll as in stammered speech or an all re-
vealing glance. With each and every sup
plicant she smiled and exchanged bright
froths of nothingness. 1t was not altogether
amusing, except as clever fencer is amused
at the thrusts and attacks of round of an
tagonists, few either clever or diabolical,
but the many slow, uncertain, and unskiled.
She danced and fenced with Willie Stetson
and found him merely an overeager boy
whose one idea was to take her for drive, at
any hour she liked, to any place she pre-
ferred, and in any sort of conveyance of her
whim. There could be no doubt of his pur-
blind alteration. His very knees were aching
for contact with the floor anywhere about
her feet.
Another of her more or less puplike idol
alters was Algy Dearborn, bitten by the
malignant germ that incites its victim to the
preparation of limericks. He held her in
enginelike embrace and cranked all over the
floor, abandoning his trolley, SO to speak,
with cheerful and insistent disregard, and
thereby colliding with everyone remotely
adjacent.
YOU'RE an awful jolly good dancer, he
impaired delightedly. . can really dance
myself when have such a partner as you.
Thurley assumed her gravest expression.
Perhaps can get you one somewhere.
"What for?" he inquired in all earnest
ness. Am not dancing with your"
1--WE are getting around, said Thurley,
"famously."
do you know, he continued, as pleased
as Punch, you've inspired me like the
dickens. | wrote a new poem that very first
day we met"
'Why-how complimentary"
Wait till you hear it. Want tor"
II am dying with impatience-or some
thing" Her eyes looked very much alive.
He cranked about and nearly telescoped
fellow dancers face with his shoulder blade,
driving for an opening in which to utter his
gem.
Its real short, " he said regretfully; but
think it rather above my average. If can