Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-30


doesn't punch cattle for nothing. But
jumping is different-and then there's the saddle
"Oh, think can stay on without going for leather
@Rght-o" said Janney heartily. We've had one
run already-a drag Couldn't you and Mrs Wray
come out' We're having a, few people for the hunt
Perot the Rumsens the Billy Havilands Mrs. Cheyne,
the Baroness and, if you'll come along, yourselves
Delighted. I'm sure Camilla will be glad to accept.
We haven't many engagements.
II think you've hidden your wife long enough Mr..
Wray. Does she ride too?"
Like breeze astrde; but she wouldn't know what
to do side So ldle."
II don't blame her. Some of our women ride across
Gladys Gretchen, Mrs. Cheyne-'
ton of his companion am glad there few horses
somewhere around here | haven't seen any outside
of the shafts of hanson since left the West"
"The horse would soon be extinct if it wasn't for
Curtis Janney," put in the General breezily. "Why,
he won't even own motor No snoring devils tor him!
Might give his horses the pip something The stable
is worth seeing, though. You're going, aren't you,
Wray?"
IN the library later Wray found Mrs Cheyne. Until
had never strayed from Camilla. There other
in the valley, and he had known some of them;
but Camilla had made any comparison unfortunate.
She being living in sphere apart, with which
mere clay had nothing in common He had always
thought of her he thought of the plants IN Jim
Noakes conservatory in Denver flowers to be carefully
nurtured and admired Even marriage had made little
difference in his point of view.
1t curious that he thought of these things when he
leaned over Mrs. Cheyne To his casual eye this
acquaintance possessed many of the characteristics of
his wife. Perhaps than Camilla, she repre-
sented mental life of which he knew nothing
tributed than her share to the submated atnos
phere in which he found himself moving They might
have been grown in the conservatory; but if
Camilla was the orchid Mrs. Cheyne the ponsetta.
And yet she was not beautiful Camilla Her
features taken time, snguarly imperfect.
He was almost ready to admit that she wasn't
strkingy pretty. But he looked at her he realized
for the first time in his life the curious fact that
need not be beautiful to be attractive. He that
she was coorful and unusually shapey, and that she
gave forth flow of magnetism which her air of ennui
made every effort to deny Her eyes, like her hair
brown; but the pupils, when she lifted her lids high
enough to show Them large that they seemed
much darker Her dinner dress cut strag her
shoulders, black, like the eweed bandeau in her
hair and the pearls that depended from her These
ornaments together with the peculiar dressing of her
hair gave her well formed head effect that if done
in brighter hues might have been barbara, which in the
subdued of her color scheme only added to the
impression of somber distinction.
As he approached she looked up at him sleepy. II
thought you coming, she said
"Did your" said Wray, bewildered IL came
soon as could, Mrs. Cheyne. We had our cigars"
ooh, l know Men have always been selfish; they
always will be selfish. Cousin Cornelius is provincial
to herd the and women like sheep,-the ones in
one Den the Others in another There isn't a salon in