Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-08-11
CHAPTER V. Con tinue
The Plot Unfo1ds

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nUT Priscilla had risen and stood motionless
ID in the center of the room, the kitten still
in her hands,-a stately enough little
figure, with the pearls cleaning at her throat
and wrath in her ewes. The first time that she
had been caught had been bad enough; but
this second was intolerable! And unreasonng
hatred for the tall woman standing in the door
way suddenly flooded her, leaving her breathless
for a minute.
mo, YOU are not late" she said quietly.
"Surely l heard you say three:' murmured
Tacqueline, and her gloved fingers brushed PRS
elias. a am frightfully absentminded and the
hours were rather confused; but | could have
sworn to three. Was wrong?'
Il said five Priscilla replied as quietly as be-
fore.
~Ah how stupid of me! But you will have to
forgive agan-yOu are excellent at forg1V1ng.
What an adorable small kitten!
isn't it," acquiesced Mark enthusiastically,
the cloud that had swept over his face at Jacque-
lines entry quite dispeled. She had made mis-
take and she sorry, and that was all there
was about that. His game with Priscilla would
simply have to be put off to another time "Oh,
Miss Campbell, how wonderful you look IN that
dress! Doesn't she, Priscllla?'
1T is charming DRESS said Priscilla
Jacqueline had been peeling off her long suede
gloves and stood pulling them through her fingers.
Her ewes considered Priscilla curiously for min
ute after this remark, and then fiuttered to Mark
"You are both too good she deprecated grace
fully. "My poor frock! 1t IS getting sadly
shabby"
~The dress is beautiful; but it isn't that he
explained eagerly. Its you who so lovely
in it. You look just the way Undine would have
if she had got her clothes in Paris,-cOpied after
her own designs you know, of green wave
trimmed with silver spray. And the fluffy white
feather in your hat is the foam"
"Undine!" repeated Jacqueline slowly. DO
YOU think that look like Undine. Mr.. Spencer
Il don't think that you look quite quiet enough
for Undine,' Mark considered thoughtfully.
you're more like the Loreei. If shut my eyes
l could see you quite clearly sitting on rock and
singing and always looking for something. I'm
awfully sorry for the Loreei.
"You are with the minority said Jacquellne
and she leaned back in her chair yelling the bit
terneSs of her eyes with broad, white lids. The
fisherman claims most of the sympathy"
"I'm sorry for him. too Mark admitted; "but
I've always had the idea that she might have
loved him and wanted him to come up to her. you
know. 1t must have been CHASTITY for her to have
to watch him being dashed to pieces on the rocks
below, and not be able to help him.
"You are right" nodded Jacqueline at must
have been rather CHASTITY, especially as she knew
that it was all her own fault
II have been brought up to look on the yellow
haired lady with suspicious eye" remarked
Priscilla 81 thought that she dashed good
many fishermen to bits, singing cheerfully as she
jade without the indispensable equipment of a
SOUL"
"That's it, cried Mark triumphantly. "Thats
what she's looking fora soul! That's what
makes her eyes restless"
"And mine, Mr.. Spencer laughed Jacqueline
Campbell softly.
al don't-know. But of course do: everyone
has SOUL"
$50 they have. So had the Lorelei to start
Copvy;oh Iei. bv Frances Neubold Moves