Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-07

your rOute,-1C OVerlOOkS the bOCCne Oil
Cattaro,-bu if you will send your yacht
ahead | should like to take you down by
land You have really seen nothing of the
interior, you know"
"There is a railroad, isn't there?" asked
Virginia.
"Yes, as far as Zelenika; but 1 wasn't
thinking of that. l was planning to motor.
| have car here that is still capable of a
good many kilometers and my valet, as you
know, is competent chauffeur. You will
not find the ride tiresome.
Ann let the matter arrange itself without
her; but she was nevertheless pleased that
the drama of their alliance was not to end SO
tamely as she had anticipated. To say fare
well to Rodoslav in this gingerbread villa
would be an anticlmax almost ludicrous.
But the castle would be another affair.
However ruinous, it would provide the back
ground his personality demanded. 1t would
typify, as this pleasure house of his spend
thrift father never could, the heroic inherit
ance that impelled him to the deed he would
so soon essay.
They delayed their start till after luncheon
on the morrow.
Il wish to bring you there at nightfall,"
explained Rodoslav. well arrive about
the hour when you reached my disappoint-
ing villa. Let us hope you will meet no dis
illusions this time. 1t was not built for the
soft side of life, however, this ruin you are to
see. You must expect the primitive"
N mounted as the changing panorama of
the coast unrolled. Dipping into valleys
prodigal of fig and olive, flying past cascades
that shot their white flood into the sea, hug
ging gray cliffs where only evergreen and
gorse found courage to cling, they entered
a different land. The uniform of Austria
still founted its significant note in the village
market places; but the dress of the people
themselves took on a bravery of color and
grace of line increasingly oriental, and the
characters written above the shops conveyed
nothing save confusion to the western eye.
Finally, just after sunset, from the top of
narrow plateau they sighted the Scandina
Wan ford that some titanic jest set down
under southern sky to become the theater
and spoil of battling ages.
@The Bocche di Cattaro," said Rodoslav.
@Those mountains are, of course, in Mon
tenegro. Somewhere beyond them, think
ing doubtless of the delightful Truscotts he
will soon rejoin, is MIR. Price Buckley"
The delightful Truscott of masculine gen.
der cast look of disfavor on the grim, snow
capped heights. @People will put up with
anything to hold down Government job"
he moralized.
Rodoslav laughed. Montenegro isn't SO
inhospitable as it looks from the outside.
Not door would be closed against YOU"
"And Price Buckley isn't there merely to
hold Office" championed Virginia Loyalty.
"He has wanted post in the Balkans ever
since he entered the service"
"That's true" said Ann. ale mentioned
it to me in Paris long before he dreamed he
would be appointed to Montenegro. He
wants to write book about the Servians.'
@Then he won't have found Cettinge dull"
commented Mrs. Blair. @When a man
makes up his mind to write history, he
moves into another world. A cousin of mine
married a historian. He was so absent
minded that he told the census taker he had
five wives and one child"
@Let's hope Price has no such oriental hal
lucinations,' laughed Virginia. ave shall
know Saturday. l wired him last night of
Our change of plan. l did not want him to
happen on the yacht in the harbor and go
aboard before us. don't know of anything
so annoying as to get to place and find your
hosts gadding about somewhere else"
They diverged from the highway into
sharp turning byroad which taxed the springs
of the car and the patience of the chauffeur.
Traversing valley, they climbed another
height, whence through the dusk they de-
scried still other eminences crowned with