Evening star., 1912-01-21
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gone-well, then l can work. and so can
Genevleve. | can ernbrolder beautifully,
and copy water colors and even sing little
Those are all things that people make money
at! And besides, over there in America as
everyone in Europe knows, one gains money
SO easily that it is like picking up gold in the
street. Houb-ld, Lii, you need have no fear!
WHEN poor old Genevieve knocked at
" my door an hour later, to say good
night, | seized her by the arm and dragged
her in.
"Genevieve, | whispered, "come in
we'll pack all night! And tomorrow, instead
of leaving for the country, We'll take the
early train for London. And Saturday,
Genevieve, we sail for America!'
CHAPTER ILL.,
MON Dieul how strange it was, that
A'A crossing of the At1antic,-from the
first awful day when the sea suddenly
stretched its empty blue circle around me,
and the deck began to rise and sink again
under my feet, and poor Genevieve, leaning
her head against the rail, cried out that she
was dying, to the last day, yet more awful,
when New York suddenly rose up out of the
water, with its jagged line like mouth with
half the front teeth knocked out.
In between those two different days, how
ever, things happened. When l say "things"
of course mean Mrs. Ethelbert " Cobb.
The first day, naturally, l was too i'll to
notice anything. The next day, however, |
could not help noticing this lady that had SO
many occupied with her all the time,-
maids, and couriers, and stewards, even the
commander himself in his wonderful gold
braided uniform. Though certainly she
didn't look like an invalid: she was large,
f,,1 i,,to fbo ind ,f
corset one sees advertised in ILLUSTRATION,
all straps and buckles for harnessing the fat
over into another place from where it be-
longs. Her head wasn't bad, with the hair
very nicely undulated and the face enameled;
but certainly not pretty enough to justify
the fuss that was made about her all the
time SO naturally l understood that she
had monev
The first day. though my chair was
squeezed close up to hers, she didn't even
see me. The second day the wind took my
handkerchief of my pretty embroid
cred ones that brought from France-and
blew it across the arm of her chair turned,
to find her staring at it, with her pale blue
eyes, which are prominent enough anyway,
nearly popping from her head. A sudden
thought went through me like knife. @She
has recognized the initials l said to myself,
"and it's Harriet
The next instant | saw that had quite
needlessly insulted my poor papa's taste.
1t wasn't the initials she was staring at, but
the embroidered coronet above them. Hav-
ing spent three months in England and seeing
how people loved Aunt Elizabeth for being a
Duchess, understood what a coronet meant
to this Anglo-Saxon lady. And, just to help
along the good impression, was very short
and cool in my answers to her questions.
Then turned over in my chair and pre-
tended to go to sleep with as calm majesty
as if had lots of woollv wraps to wind my
self in, like her, and several billion francs
waiting for me in the bank in the unknown
new world where we were going.
Though-oh, was freezing to death; for
how could person who was the first one of
their family in thousand years to put to
sea, think of bringing winter clothes with
them in June? And as for money-though
of course l wrote back to Aunt Elizabeth
that was amply provided for, the fact re-
manned that, after buying my clothes in
London, and the two tickets for Genevieve
and me, had less than five hundred francs
in my purse. Who would have believed
money could flow away SO quickly? How
ever, soon we should be with the lady that
Papa loved so dearly and who loved him.
So pulled my white pique skirt down over
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