Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-01-28

dismissed her two maids and the valet that was holding
the two horrid little dogs. Then she dropped beside
the sofa and said in voice where the eagerneSs
struck through the
"Come my little lady, tell me all about your troubled"
| hate to be paved, hate to be patronized; but in
my position what choice had |? remained silent hest
tatng. Mrs. Cobb cooed in my
Come Dear, tell your old friend all about it! There
is yet hour before the steamer be locked, and
Heaven knows how much time to wait for the customs.
So have plenty of time for coy little talk In
deed, for these last days, have been making plans"
She stopped short, with keen, sdewise glance that
seemed to read my soul. For the first time noticed
that she agtated as |. Her unsteadiness gave
courage After all, why should not tell the truth
to my friend?
is the first tme have New York, and did
realize beforehow very big it is And the address
| have for my friends-is little bit old
She gave another of her keen looks. what is
the name?" she said. Tel me, and | will place them
for YOU
"'The address, l answered evasvely as number
IA East 10th-st., New York city"
ooh my dear!"
Mrs Cobbs voice bristled with horror, as though
had mentioned the Batignoles. My uneasiness grew.
Suppose (which had never supposed before that poor
Harriet had sunk in the world, had married perhaps
very ordinary and common person., and would
have shelter offer to useless little charity seeker
like meo Oh, should have written before coming
should have written!
EAST lOth-st-I think it hardly likely, my dear,
that the Duchess of Porthaven would be glad to have
her niece visiting on East 1Oth-st.
| crushed. II didn't know, | murnured miser-
ably Then an impulse of weakness me, to
conide my perplexity to this one friend "he address
is old one-I don't know whether the family is still
there not Perhaps they have moved away long ago,
if YOU say it's not nice street
My voice trailed away in a trembe that hated my
self for, but could not help. Suddenly | felt Mrs.
Cobb's hand grasp mine and her voice with sudden
rnness my With few brief, businesske qles-
tons she had the truth of my situation from me, as
should hardly have dared to state to myself Then she
got up and took turns up and down the tiny
| thinking
funeral, when Genevieve and | left Fontainebleau.
Even for me, who try to be philosopher, there are
times when life almost too sad
Suddenly, with bounce, Mrs. Cobb and seated
herself by my side. any dear, think have been
beating about the bush long enough. Let be frank
with each other 1t begins to look though you
might have need of what can do for you. | frankly
own to you, have need of what you can do for me.
Shall we try and make bargaino'
| held tight to my seat. 1t seemed to me knew al
ready what coming
"These last two days" went on Mrs. Cobb firmly,
Il have you doubtless have noticed been correspond
ing great deal with my son. have in fact brought
him to terms. By threatening to cut him of from all
inheritance, have stopped marriage that would have
been his ruin. By offering to settle him outright and
Immediately onehalf of the that his father left to
me- have obtained his consent to marriage of my
choosing. My dear, how would you like to be my
daughter?'
CHAPTER v.
WAS expecting such a question: Perhaps but
W nevertheless my head whirled. My husband!
Was it possible, before had foot in the New World,
that had already found you.
"Dear Madame what do you mean?" cried in con-
fusion For really, when it to the point it
little bit embarrassing for young girl to have to
age her marriage all by herself without intermediary
anything.
For answer Mrs. Cobb took up heavy silver frame
from the table and showed me picture inside. l will
confess my hand trembled little bit took it up
and looked at it. very blond, straight featured blue
eyed young what saw,-if he had only not
been clean-shaved he might have been the pretty
boy that poses for the picture postcards in the railway
stations. In fact my impression of him something