Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-09

@He's no chum of mine, disclaimed Justin

shortly.
Beneath Buckley S mild exterior lurked the
conviction that Ann treated him with more
levity than man in his position deserved,
and he thought he perceived a neat chance
to square accounts with his tormentor. "Per-
haps YOU knew about it, Miss Milburn?'
he suggested blandly.
Ann mentally gave the plump young man
a long black mark; but her face was serene.
"Prince Rodoslav did not mention Pau to
me-" she said.
That she had found occasion during their
first stop out of Paris to mention Pau to
RodoSlav, she did not see fit to disclose.
She had not expected her telegram to work
such swift results She had sent it in accord
with their singular compact. Rodoslav had
acted upon it with the impetuosity of man
who takes the course that chimes with his
hearts desire. A spice of triumph gave
flavor to her maiden meditations on the ter
race. Could he now truthfully say that he
was not the least in love with her?
When morning again brought Rodoslav's
valet to her door with roses she saw new
meaning in the offering.
Chapter XIII,
TO Justin Blair the flowers brought differ
l ent emotions. He had held his peace the
previous night in the hope that the aerodrome
gossip retailed by Price Buckley might prove
groundless; but. confronting ocular proof
that Rodoslav himself was at hand, his stole
calm exploded as abruptly as if it had en-
countered large, efficacious thorn. This
outburst, following hard upon AIMS exit
trophy, first vented itself in a mouth filling
oath.
II haven't heard you use that word in
years. said his wife, with the detachment
of scientist classifying a beetle.
II haven't felt so much like it in years, he
declared, pacing the room. II thought I'd
given that rose buying nincompoop the Slip
"He ought not to be called names for buy
ing Ann flowers"
"Nor for logging her all over Europe?"
@Nor for admiring her," amended Mrs.
Blair. @He shows his good taste"
II believe you like the man."
II don't dislike him."
"Would you want to see her lose her head
over him?"
His wife smiled with the wisdom of a
woman and an aunt. II don't think AIMS
the girl to lose her head over anybody" she
rejoined.
Justin took disguised stare out of the
window. @Then wish to Heaven she was"
he inconsistency avowed.
"What in the world do you mean?"
Il mean l wish she'd quit her silly analyz-
ing of people and fall honestly in love with
Oliver Page. She couldn't find more of
man."
"Has Oliver taken you into his conf
dence?"
"Of course not!"
@Or acted in any way to lead you to sup
pose he cares for Ann?"
Certainly not! He's had something else
to do"
She laughed again in her woman's way.
HAnd yet you complain because she doesn't
fall in love with him! Why, she hardly
knows him"
Shell have the opportunity now. Page
is going to join us here. That's why it makes
me tired to have this wholesale florist turn
up again. If could have guessed he would
make for Pau, I'd have arranged to meet
Oliver at Biarritz or San Sebastian"
$50 we're here to meet Oliver?"
"Did you think I'd come back fourth
time for mere amuSement?'
II have never known you to 60 anywhere
for that reason. l suppose you are anxious
to see what these other aviators are doing?"
Not morbidly anxious" Justin the
Matchmaker had become Justin the Man of
Business. "Our competitors are not keeping
us awake nights. In fact, we hardly con-
slider these people competitors at all. They