Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-18

3All right responded Mrs. Cobb, 3if you haven't
got to know your fance, I'm it's your own fault,
living right under the roof with improperly
chaperoned, of course. And for loving hi-ah, my
handsome bo-oy!"
certainly, answered. 4that poor young girl who
was here just now-she loves him, indeed!'
aAnd you, Lip" Then as did not answer, she
and came toward me- 1t seemed to that she brstled
visib1y like cat whose kitten is threatened Do-you
-love-Victor- -dont-you-Ese?' she asked,
hammerng on each word as though it were nail. =.
IN the face of that maternal onslaught who could dare
to tell the truth? fumbled confusedly for my
swer 3Love him? Why, it depends on just what you
mean by the word If you speak of amour, if you mean
to ask me if l am really in love with your SON"
Mrs Cobb brought her hand down on the little table
beside my sofa with slap that made the bottles ring
Suddenly her aspect changed her under jaw advanced
through the open door of her reused passion behed
suddenly step forward the girl whose father had sold
drinks to workngmen over a bar, and who fought her
way upward to this ladyhood.
dover she cried in whitening accents 3Who in
times talking about love, anyway We're not talking
sqush: we're talking business! When we made our
arrangements the word ever much as mentioned
between us? Did anyone so much as think OF 1T
until this little idiot of chorus girl butted in with her
slv stage rot filling your head with these vulgar
ideas which as you yourself confess, quite contrary
to your education? Why, did you for instant
confounded young trouble maker came? How did she
come? How did she get IN, anyway! In properly
conducted house she couldn't have put foot over the
e say IN sudden
aplease, please! The door is openif anyone should
hear"
Mrs Cobb thus cut short in her food of eloquence,
surveyed with suddenly penetrating eyes In spite
of myself, felt the blood rush to my cheeks Those
metallic blue eyes, fixed upon me, seemed to bore
through to the utmost secret of my soul.
"You seem singularly upset, Lii she said. u won
der why?" And, walking to the door, she closed it
SOFTLY Then, coming back to my sofa, "Im on" she
said in strained accents am jolly well now! Your
afraid someone will hear talking about Mrs. Stuart
Who's someone, wonder"
Her voice was husky her eyes sufused For the first
time since our days the steamer, when she dvuged
to me her worries about her beloved son, beheld this
adrot schemer and intrepid champion really show the
signs of inward commotlon
.These new romantic views, she said "these sudden
doubts about your marriage pretending to me it
was all for the sake of Victor Look here want the
truth! Have you gone and fallen in love with this
Harry Stuart?"
WHAT question: If the mere thought OF this new
-" emotion, unowned in the depths of my heart, had
made me culver with alternate bliss and terror think
how dsconcerting it to hear this inward mystery
suddenly shaped in these crude words and flung into
my teeth! 1 could not answer Like silly little I'M
beetle l hid my face in my hands
sWell," said Mrs. Cobb in dry Tone that's pity
for you and for my bo-oy But can't see that sudden