Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-26

They taken his advice and opened bar just off the
Mr. Truscott says he believes there pickles in
of them Still, it's beginning, and tell him not to
make dscouraging criticisms He finds it hard, of
cocktails in New York than my husband. Cocktails
fishing, and bndge-those are his grand passions
Speaking of grand passions, I'm still mad about flying
Ihave almost decided the machine III buy but
saying nothing about it. l don't want the newspapers
to know yet They'll be botherng me with reporters
They're always bothering me, for that matter. The
only way deal with them IS to have my interviews
typed beforehand. Then I'm not made to say things
never dreamed of saying, wear things wouldn't put
my back. Isn't it tiresome? But, to come back to
flying met in Bresc1a who is keen about it
as Lam. He's the aristocratic thing saw.
She paused to take breath and adjust blond curl
which, being of the detachable variety, given to
with her aunt. Mrs. Truscott's "aristocrats were
byword When Comte met Marquis in her ornate salon,
they smiled like augurs. She had fed and lent money
to more titled llumbugs than any in the An1er-
can colony of Paris.
But, her next words proved, she for lavished
her facile homage on the genuine article.
81 mean Prince Rodosav," she explained. 81 met
him in the simplest way imaginable. / was looking at
particular machine and wondering whether wanted it,
when the Prince came up We both knew the aviator,
and he introduced us. We were friends Immediately.
There is nothing standoffish about him. His manner
couldn't be more natural Yet all the while you feel
that he's somebody: He has the royal memory one
told me what wore. But you don't seem half so inn
pressed you ought she broke off. Surely you We
heard of Prince Rodoslav!''
Ann kept her counsel; but the repetition of the
name set Mrs Blairs memory vibrating.
I'm sure have she answered "Was he-you1l
remember, Annone of the people Mr.. Buckley pointed
out at Rheims?'
But he pointed out many. Aunt Helen" 1t was
a tr1ing deception but it seemed mountainous at the
moment, and AIMS face grew warm.
What color this air has given you already, Dearr'
observed Mrs Trscott. Il wish could respond to
change of climate like that. But it's rather shabby of
you not to be certain about the Prince. He remem-
bered you. In fact, it while sat in your box that
you wish you knew what told him? l don't think he
about Somehow your up every time we
met The last time l saw hint was just after Mr.
Blair told me you coming here-I mentioned that
expected to meet you in Cadenabbia. Fancy my sur
prise when he said that he bound for Cadenabbia
too, and hoped we should see more of each other
And have you?" Mrs. Blair was frankly interested
"Not yet: but of course shall. This isn't Paris
1t will be amusing to watch the people here when they
discover that know him. The place is full of snobs
ANN longed for solitude He coming here her,
this storybook Prince who filled her thoughts She
knew it as surely if he had sent her word What had
this woman said of her? What fantastic picture had
she drawn? Did he think her second Virginia Trus-
colt? But she could not believe this. He had tolerated
the feather headed creature means to end. He
would delay till the social machinery of Paris could
bring them together He resolved to know her at
Here-somewhere-h awaited her coming!
The future beckoned to her with gesture she knew not
whether to welcome to fear.
With vague shrinking, she slipped her arm within