New-York tribune., 1911-03-12


satisfaction.
GLORY be-" sighed Ann.
"Amen." said her aunt piously.
And then Bucklcy-still glowing still dip
lomatic, still Spouting information-camc
back. 1T just occurred to me, he stated in
discreet accents, leaning across the rail, that
YOU might want to know who's who among
your immediate ncghbors. The people on
your left are in champagne; their cellars are
one of the show places OF Rheims. Your
right hand ncighbor is a NlarquiSc Of the old
stock. the Faubourg St. Gcrmain type;
while lust back Of you, by way OF contrast,
is a grandson of one Of Napolcon's AlarShalS.
But the parsonage | wanted particularly to
point out ha, lust come into box over near
the center. Don't turn now, Miss Milbun,
for ne seems to be struck by your profile: but
by and by rcconnoitcr for a taliSh chap with
Il pale face and brown eyes, who looks as If
ne owned the earth. He is related to half
the royal houses Of Europe, and has a pedigree
that makes your head spin to trace. Hes an
Austrian subject; but his estates lie mainly in
lower Hungary. and he is Scrvian in descent.
He is Prince here, Duke there, Count
,mcwhcrc else 4 grandce in Spain, and a
fcw other triflcS and, to top off with, has a
very respectable claim 10 a Balkan throne.
Now I'm really going In reaoiy.'
But YOU haven't told us his name, said
Mrs. Blair.
Ills full name is too long to rccitc in one
afternoon" laughed Buckley; "but for short
he's called Rodoslav, Prince Rodosav."
Ann bidcd her time. Aftcr all, there is
something piquant in the knowledge that a
Prince finds your profile interesting. In
such matters even the Judgment OF the man
in the street is not to be dcSpiscd. while that
Of a Princc-wcll, Prince is doubtless a
connoiS>cur Of profilcS. Normal women are
incurablc romanticiStS, and Ann was more
normal than She knew. An acropanc doub-
ling the nearest pylon gave her her oppor-
tunity, and She embraced it with the conf
dcncc that had characterized her indirect
survey Of Oliver Page in the cathedral But
she had to do with a more experienced an
tagoniSt now. lie was waiting for her TO
turn, this cousin of half Europe with an eve
for proiilcS. and pierced her armor with 4
look that sent her To the right about, flush
ing with such Il prodigal outpouring OF color
aS She hoped she had long since outgrown.
But this was not ALL There WAS more than
mere amusement in his regard. There was
recognition too; for this posScSsor Of many
titles was also the dreaming boulcvardicr
She had that morning seen pay military
homage to Jeanne dare.
TT was this flood OF ycNing self conscious
ness that gave unintcntional warmth to
her greeting OF Virginia TruScott. She did
not altogether approve of Mrs. Truscott
Too striking in dress, too pronounced in
manner, too emphatic in her amuScmcnts,
too obviously rich, too lavish OF bad French,
She summed up dozen tlorid defects which
may crop out III any nation, but which
Europe iondly assumes are specially trans
atlantic. The aSScrtiNc pass aS the typical
and, viewed from the outside, the American
Colony in Paris seemed to find its apt cN-
poncnt i'll Mrs. TruScott. Her dinners her
opera parties. her bridge, her golf prizes. her
yacht, her motors, her iauntS to Trouyilc.
Cndcnabbia, and the Riviera, secured the
most extended notice in the columns that
deemed such matters news. Spving them
from the promenade, rs She passed with the
retired Stockbrokcr known To fame rs "Vir-
ginia Truscotts husband" She whirlcd
tcmpcStuouSly up the steps to their box and
under cover OF AIMS confusion and Mrs.