Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-29
CHAPTER XVIII.
LIZZIE Of the Almond Eyes.

1t was not often that Loveland came
into personal relations with sunrise, and
to see the rose and golden banners float
high and higher above the roofs and
sleeping windows Of New York was like
being first gazer at some great painting
in q private view. There was hope and
promise OF joy in such beauty, but he felt
wretchedly out Of the picture In his rum
pied evening clothes.
The virginia. purity Of dawn, translucent
above the turgid darkness Of the town.
made Lesley Dearmer seem suddenly to
be very near him, 50 that the air shone
with her invisible presence. How sweet
she was. how delfcately quaint In all her
thoughts, how kind to others despite her
clear wit. and how sure OF ultimate good
ness, as she was OF life!
Lesley had said that she had faith in
his other SIDE" as she had faith in the
other side of the moon. though she did
not expect ever to see either. You will
always 60 on getting what you want. -
she had prophesied just before they part
ed. What would she think OF that
prophecy II she were even to dream of
this Inundated figure. creeping out OF
night to a new day?
Bits Ratchet face glimmered sallow and
shabby through the pearly twilight, and
there was a frayed look under the pa
tient, humorous eyes. Are you cold?"
he asked.
"a little,' replied Val. But I don't
mind"
Bill, land I'd make you squeeze into my
overcoat, only I'm a bit too sketchy un-
derneath. Can't afford to get me winter
wardrobe back from my uncle's yet"
They passed out Of the Bowery and
turned into 18th street. Most OF the
houses still had their eyelids shut in
sleep. and their brick faces looked dull,
lacking all interest in life. as IL it were
hardly worth while to wake up for an
other day patterned upon dreary yes
terday But in the middle of the first
block there was one house which showed
some faint signs Of life.
Originally it had resembled its neigh
bors in all essential features, but the
front on the ground floor had been al
tered, a large window of plate glass hav-
sleepy, sulky, bullet-headed youth was in
the act OF removing a few gouts Of mud
splashed up by some passing cart. Above
the wide window. in all the glory of red
and gold paint not yet faded. was the
legend: This is Alexander the Greats"
Inside, its face turned toward the glass.
was a big. framed blackboard, covered
with pictorial advertisements Of various
dishes. done in chalks Of violent hues,
while from a gilded strip of cornice de-
flying Alexander the Great and his sys-
tenn. in lettering of black and scarlet.
yesterdays show explained Bill.
my work the whole lot. The cards last
out the week. but the meenoo on the
bfackboard's new every day. / tell you,
it takes brain work! Hurry up, chum.
I'm late
The sleepy youth left the door open and
they went in. passing directly into room
fitted up as a restaurant. The walls were
painted with lririd representations OF
Alexander the Greats battles. the cos
TUNES and scenery having been studied
more with q view to sensational effect
than accuracy of historical detail. There
was a wild melee of warriors mixed with
palm trees, against backgrounds OF rose
red sky and cobalt sea; and the face Of
Alexander-aiways a prominent figure in
each scene-was evidently a portrait done
from a Hebraic model.
What do you think of it?" asked Bill,
who was hastily unbuttoning his over
coat, 20 reveal q collar of immaculate
celuIoid and jacket or blazer Of blue
and yellow stripes.
Its very striking" replied Val,
''My ide,l," said Bill proudly. Got. il