Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-09


"Worse yet"
II give it up
~Virginia Truscott."
"Humph!" said Justin, and faced the
front Il thought you had a real objection"
his voice trailed back. "Mrs. Truscott isn't
drawback. She's an attraction. At last
IRE going to see her aviation suitl"
The rear seat exchanged glances.
II believe he really wants to see it," de-
clared Ann.
I'D forgotten she was there" said Mrs.
Blair
"After all her bragging?"
Cadenabbia.
@She advised us to come!" Ann gave the
situation its final touch of gloom. "Sheu
| think we took her advice. No matter what
hotel we pick out, We'll find her on the door
step, looking like mountebank and ready
| to fall on our necks."
But meanwhile there was France to be
crossed, the poplar lined plain to Orleans,
| the soft valleys of Touraine, the high perched
| cities of Poitou, the vineyards of Gascony.
Repetition never stalled a motor flight
through that engaging land, and Ann,
| thrusting the future out of mind, surren-
dered herself to the pleasures of the road.
To reward her, Fortune three days later
Invested their arrival in Pau of its chief terror.
| No ELUSIVE compatriot in fantastic dress
greeted them as they aGghted before their
hotel. The onlOokers were one and all I'm
| familiar and English to the last face. 1t was
| teatime.
THEY were not to 60 unwelcomed, how
L ever As they issued upon the terrace
for an evening stroll, rotund blond man
suddenly obscured the view, and their arms
| were theoretically pumped by that tireless
cicerone and friend of the great, Price Buck
~What, Buckley, another vacation?"
asked Justin, tenderly nursing the hand the
rising diplomat had compressed. "Don't
they give you any work to do at the En-
bassy1'
Buckley profoundly; abut, strictly speak
ing, this is vacation" he fastened to add
eyes. "Could anybody choose finer place
| than this old capital of Beam. That is
Henry of Navarre's castle there at the end
of the terrace, Miss Milburn."
"And those" AIMS voice was milk and
honey, 3those, dare say, are the famous
Pyrenees?'
dyes" He took eager charge of the piano.
rama. 1.-THE highest mountain is the Pic du
Midi d 'Ossau; the one on the left with the
A chuckle from the older man brought him
up sharply. "When woman asks you ques-
| tons in that tone," said Justin, ego Slow"
@You-you have been here before?"
NOnly three seasons" confessed Ann with
humility.
Mrs. Blair came humanely to the rescue.
@We've none of us been here since the flying
men made it meeting place." she said.
"Where are the aerodromes, Mr.. Buckley"
The young man made vague dab at the
atmosphere. @Out that way on the low
ground" he replied. @But don't look for
another Rheims. After all, this is only a
practice ground. Some of the big men are
here; but nothing spectacular happens
The aero lions are nearly all absorbed in the
business side of aviation now, and we have
to depend on their pupils for thrills. Mrs.
Truscott excites a great deal of interest"
He smiled, and then, remembering his pro-
fession, made the polite addition, @Being
woman"
Justin boldly preached the subject that
secretly agitated the group. @What's her
costume ike?" he asked.
Buckley again found his discretion taxed.
u never could describe ladies' clothes" he
said. at is-er-unusual and -er-well,
picturesque. But you will see it yourselves.
Everybody sees it."
"Does she actually fy?" asked Mrs. Blair.