Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-19


reos bald pate glowed family in the gloom and Rugged
the remembrance of his splendid moment. Ambitious
dreams built themselves that slender foundation.
One of them he dared hope might its fulflment
during the next entra cte. 1t had satisfied him to the
marrow that Ann, who Knocked and beguiled 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 for
his position for the attainments that put it within his
power to know such men! What final subugatng
stroke if he could casually present her to the colossus
2 IGOLETTO reached and delivered himself of his
~ great outburst and the curtain fell Buckley, on
guard, the Baron leave his box and at bent
toward Mrs. Blair and suggested a turn in the foyer
After all, that's partly what we come for he said,
with the air Of laughing philosopher from whom hu;
mainly hide no foibe Il always observe the rite.
Saccarello was hanging baustrade above the
grand staircase when they sighted him.
More like bird of prey than ever" declared Mrs.
Blair perceivng that the toilets of the ascending and
descending women were not beneath the Italians
tice I'm he must be very dreadful old man."
Their escort recalled and omitted to narrae sundry
episodes of 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 dictum that women made
useful agents, but mad principals, in the diplomatic
scheme of things There could be exceptions, not
Queens.
AS they passed the great man turned and observing
Buckley, nodded again and with the shadow of a smile
lurking in the jungle of his piratical mustache put
his hand. The secretary paled slightly, met the
comittal handclasp with grasp that erred perhaps
the score of cordaity and Selling his Heaven sent o
portunity, presented the Italian to his companions.
Saccarello bowed from the waist and bent upon AIMS
fresh young shoulders look of frank approval.
Naturally you are aware that your gown matches
your eyes, he said. Strike that note whenever you
can It's impossible to better it,
1t the last thing in the world she would have
expected from man who had matched his wits against
Bismarck, and she colored like schoolgirl Was this
what Price Buckley called putting at ease? Then,
present day fashions which made her laugh forget her
embarrassment and before they had gone half the cir
cult of Carriers ford hall, meet his absurdtes with
spirited denial With her restored confidence the
discovery that she had to do with ideal converse
tionalst. Young men made conversation monoogue
and thrust their calow opinions upon you whether
would not Saccarello who really had things to say,
things the world would have been tiptoe to hear,
efaced himself and all boysh eagerness to with
her eyes: In word, the trepannng had begun.
Price Buckley, far in their wake astounded at
her luency. She had chartered at that rate
with him. He made repeated efforts to overtake them
which his companions interest in her surroundings
always thwarted. Longing to join the colloquy ahead,
he forced to frter away the precious opportunity
in discussing tedious nobodes whose gowns struck Mrs
Blars questing eye What the deuce could Miss Mil
burn be finding to say to Saccarello? girl who could
hold her with such would grace the head of
any diplomats table! He had brief, rose colored
vision of social item beginning The Ambassador and
Mrs Buckley entertained" Just as they forsook the
foyer he seized fragment of sentence that warmed
his heart. History. in the light of heredity -"
that all; but it enough He knew who had set
her thinking along that line. Dear grill They should
have many talk about such things hereafter. He had
had notion that the carelessy flung seed had fallen
in such fertile soil.
old Saccarello, equity limp Notwithstanding
- attended them quite to their box and made again
his supple courtiers bow he watched them through
the little door. The lowering ouvreuse waited for
Buckley to follow; but as the young would have
said goodnight the Italian made tentative gesture
toward the rotunda.
1.-The signal has not gone yet" he said. MAY
offer you a liqueur?"
The secretary doubted his ears; but Saccarellos ges
ture graphic and he made husky noise in his throat
sigifying his assent. Whereupon,- of honorsi