New-York tribune., 1911-03-19


Buckley still oriented toward the spot where Sacca
relos bald pate gowed family in the gloom and hugged
the remembrance OF his splendid moment. Ambitious
dreams built themselves on that slender loundation
One of them he dared hope might see its iulhlment
during the entr actc. II had satisfied HIM TO the
marrow that Ann, who mocked and begliled him by
turns. should have witnessed his triumph. She had
been surprised into betrayal OF her real feeling the
adorable mink She had shown her latent respect ioi
his position for the attainmentS that put II within his
power to know such men. What tnal Sublugating
stroke ii he could casually present her 70 the colossus
DIGOLETTO reached and delivered himself Of his
~ great outburst, and the curtain fell. Buckley. on
guard saw the Baron leave his box and at once bent
toward Mrs Blair and suggested a turn In the foyer
After all that partly what We come tor ne SAID.
with the air OF laughing philosopher from whom hui
manty hide no foible II always observe the rite.
Saccarello was hanging over a baluSradc above the
grand staircase when they sighted him.
More like bird Of prey than ever. declared MrS.
Blair percciving that the toilets of the ascending and
descending women were not beneath the Italians no.
tice I'm sure he must bc a very dreadful old man. g"
Their escort recalled and omitted 70 narrate sundry
episodes OF a feminine nature that had their part IN the
Saccarello legend. He had had his distractions. the
Baron: but they had never away with him. Cos
sip accredited him with the dClum that women made
useful agents. but mad principals in the diplomatic
scheme of things There could bc no exceptions, not
even Queens.
As they passed the great man turned and, observing
Buckley nodded again and. with the shadow Of 4 smile
lurking in the Jungle Of his praca muSachc, put out
his hand The secretary paled slightly, met the
commta handcaSp with grasp that erred pcrhap> on
the score of corality and. Selling his Heaven ol
portuntv presented the Italian to his companions
SacCarco bowed from the waist and bent upon Ann $
fresh Young shoulders a look OF frank approval.
Naturally YOU are aware that your gown matches
Your eyes" ne said. Strike that whenever YOU
can It. impossible to better it,
II was the last thing in the world She would have
expected from man who had matched his wits against
.,,f .b. n
what Price Buckley called putting one at ease: Them
moving on at her side he launched philippe against
present day fashions which made her laugh, orgc her
embarrassment and before they had gone half ne
spirited denial. With her restored confidence anne the
discovery that she had 10 do with ideal converse
tionali', Young men made conversation e monologue
and thrust their caow opinions upon YOU whether you
would or not SacCarcllo who really had thing, TO say
things the world would have been tiptoc to hear
cifaccd himself and all boyish cagcrne~~ to with
her eyes. In word, the trcpannng had begun.
Price Buckley. far in their wake Wa aStoundcd It
her fucncy She had never chattercd on at that rate
with him He made repeated cffort % oycrtake them
which his companion interest III her surroundings
always hwartcd. Longing to lon the colloquy ahead
he forced % rttcr away the prccou, opportunity
III discussing tedious nobodic whose gown, struck Nh
Blair, qtc-ng eve. What the deuce could Miss Mi
burn be- finding 10 say Saccarollo: \ girl who could
hold her with such man would grace the head ot
any diplomats table He had q bret. rose colorcl
vision Of q social item beginning The Ambassador and
Mr,. Buckley cntcrtainci- lust they iorsook the
FOYER ne seized fragrncn; Of sentence that warmed
hi, heart. History in the light Of hcr,tity
that Wa all but il wa enough. H. knew who had
her thinking along that line Dear glr They should
have many talk abou, such thing hereafter. He had
had notion that the carc,,y flung seed hai fallen
ii such fertile soil
old Saccarcllu. q gouty limp no'wi'r standing.
~ attended them quite ~ their boA. and mad, again
hi supple courticrs bow as De- watched them through
the little door. The ho,criug ouvrcu>c waited tor
Buckley 20 follow; but tine young man would have
said goodnight the Italian mad, tentative g,--'ure
toward the rouuda