Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-01-21

going to let me bring you to wear9"
The girl smiled slowly, and in her eyes the
dream grew. "My cousin sent me a pink
muslin last summer" she said softly; "but
Aunt Missouri would never let me wear it,
because it" She paused; that futing
voice of hers dropped almost to whisper.
"Don, it's cut low in the neck!'
| The boy made that ecstatic little cluck of
the tongue that the young mother gives
when her baby takes its first step.
"Say that over again, and say it slow-it
sounds good to mel he murmured, wagging
his head from side to side in the movement
we use when our comfort is too great to be
contained in the measure of mere words.
"Why, it must be regular foxy evening
gown-it must be that! Champe, I'm
tickled to polka dots. With frock like that
you never refuse to go!'
THE wonderful night came at last. Don
found his little love, clad in the delicate,
about the shoulders, silky pink wreath in
her dark hair, looking anxiously from her
upstairs easement. He had brought his
mothers white Grape shawl, understanding
that wrap was what was lacking.
@Where's the fiery dragon?' he inquired
in genial whisper; then, catching fairy
glimpse of the peri in the window above, by
the light of the corner lamp, "Great Scott,
Champe! You sure are peach! You re the
loveliest thing l ever
| "Levi's awfully SICK and she went over to
sit up with him." Champe interrupted him
blushingly, "and she's locked me in
| "All right. I'm coming up there for you"
he told her, as he sprang to the floor of the
adjoining porch.
When he had got her safely to that po-
sition, love- 1adder, the old, old ladder of the
lifted arm, and never was Jacobs thronged
| by fairer isions,-breught her little feet at
last to earth, the sheer pink gown raised
above tiny slippers that matched its tint, the
white shawl shrouding neck and shoulders as
white, she was shy with him, this big, hand
some Don in his evening clothes and long
light overcoat, whose ardent eyes followed
her every movement SO persistently.
1T feel strange she murmured doubt
fully. "Do look all right? Will do?"
| "All right" he echoed. "You Il have every
girl in the theater faded to shadow. There's
only few steps to go. I've got carriage
around the coner-I thought it wouldn't do
to come closer than that
| Is there in all youths calendar a moment
more proud and beatific than that in which
boyhood en- escort stakes carriage? Again
Champe was overwhelmed with wondering
admiration of the young man who stood, tall
and handsome, hat IN hand, holding open
the door of the vehicle for her. Again Don
was utterly carried away and subjugated by
the adorable, radiant eyed vision that swept
its girlish fineries daintily into the dark in
terror. She sank down on the cushions. She
could not resist one small bounce and soft
clapping of the hands as she murmured,
| isn't it grand-oh, Don, isn't it lovely?"
Jaw, body soon gets used to it., depre
Gated the prince as he seated himself rather
stiff1y beside her-not too close-and they
drove away. Presently he looked sidewise
at her; and those eloquent eyes of his, which
so outtalked his boys tongue, once safely
upon her, chung there. @This is what
you ought to have all the time he said.
| "Champe, you're great! never saw you
look just right, and-and at home before"
Champe received this with girlish dig
nifty unexpected and appealing, though the
heart under pink muslin and white silken
shawl futtered and shook its wings. So the
squares and the streets were passed. Soon
Don, with grand air, and box of candy in
his pocket, was assisting her to alight at the
| theater.
| And it was not the boys partial vision
alone that found her beautiful. About the
figure beside Don Harvey, with its little dark
head and its great lustrous eyes, lowered
evocations of faerie, light, a perfume, a
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