Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-08-18

seems to me that your simplest course would be to
write brief note to Verona, asking her to return the
ring. That would put stop to all this nonsense at
Couldn't you do that?'
4But-but l only let her have it in fun, you know
says l. "and don't how could call it in without
ats the only honorable thing for you to do, breaks
in Mrs Burke. @Pve tried to make that clear think
aWel," says l, scratchin' my head and tryin' to
frame up way of dodgin such deal, Il don't
THERE a crunch of tires the bluestone
driveway and in whirs Aunty's limousine, circles
in front of the summerhouse and stops under the porte
cochere Aunty has spotted us, too l got glimpse
of her stienin up she swings by and she sooner
gets out of the car than she pixies straight for us
There's someone else with her: not Wee, but lady
with copper-red hair and heavy dust veil over her
face. She comes along too
You could the fire in Auntys eyes half block off
but what was the use my dom back dive and jump
in the fence? Besides long this ragin scandal
the order of the day, thought might well be
threshed clear out; all does get my feet and
lean less careless against post Mrs. Basil
Burke has caught the battle signal too, and she pro-
ceedS to head Aunty off prompt.
1Ah, back SO soon, Sally?' says she: Now don't
look like tfundercloud Yes this is Torchy, and he
and have been having nice chat together He under
stands everything now and going to be good There
What do you think of that?'
3Humph.' says Aunty, garin' at me suspicious.
"How does he happen to be here?"
Il invited him, Sally" says Mrs. Burke. 3And
think he was just going. Were you not, Torchy''
"Im on my way now,' says l. startin' down the path
TT looked like that where it would end; for all
Auny does as passes is t. give me shoulder shrug
and the frgid I'd got past her safe enough and
was almost to the drive when meets the other lady
I'd stepped side to let her by when she stops sud-
den kind Ct gasps, and drops paraso she's carryin
Course, that's my to pick it up, hand it back and
tip my lid polite By that time, though she's brushed
back the veil and is starin at me harder'n I've been
looked at for sometime. And, say, don't know why,
but didn't mind her loo!sn at me that way at all 1t
diff rent from any sizn up I've had before
kind of gentle and friendly, you know, and maybe 4
little sad Might have been only them big eyes OF hers
though. Anyway guess stared back; for, while she
want what you'd call professional beauty, expect
she worth lookn at She had face that seemed to
have something in it,-not the cold snowy kind, like
Mrs. Basil Burkes -but-wel, diff rent.
We didn't say word, either of us, which want SO
strange maybe, and it only lasted second Then
l has enough to lift my lid again and 60 along.
Somehow, l knew she lookin after me, then,
and I'm dead heard her call to Aunty and ask,
sally, who in the world is that boy?' But what
description Aunty gave of didn't catch. guess
it's just WELL too.
A ND it's funny, amt it, how deep little thing like
that stir you up? Here Mrs. Burke had put
proposition that should have been enough to
keep my dome works busy for the rest of the day. but