Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-12-08
CHAPTER v.


w at the moment, good deal
attractive than Wallace drunk.
His brstling brows covered eyes that
were fine clear gray even if their expression was rather
suky and suspicious, and the lines of his pink face
far from feeble
well, it didn't take you and Sara long to renew
said Wallace, glancng haf-su1ly at the girl. Say,
where's your mother, Sara"
BY this time Damon had pulled himself together and
had gone forward to shrinking little lady, stand
ing in the shadow of palm, to be quite out of every
bodys way.
"How do you do, Mrs. Keene?" he asked cheerily.
at seems nice to you again.
Then he introduced Henderson Sara Keene
evidently an lmpuSve young woman who saw no
for holding back anything she wanted to say.
Something dreadful must have happened to you,
Larry she said, with note of anxiety. "That errbl,
your face And his expression differ
ent! Don't you think he is fearfully changed WHIP
ale looks different to me- must say Wallace
piled slowly. @But what do you say to giving other
people the chance to enter this restaurant? We're
He led the way inside. Miss Keene gently pushed
her mother forward, and she herself fell back with
Damon
ooh, my dear, my dear!" she cried. II cannot tell
you what have suffered in these months"
al don't see how talk now, Sara, he mumbed.
"You right, you always are, she replied hum
bly,. "Your big brain was always the balance wheel for
my little one
4Don't-dont mix your figures of speech, Sara he
said feeby. "We'd better walk single file among these
tables
AS they took their the balcony table Wallace
miseration and approval at Damon. 1t COmfOrted the
young man. 1t the aid he needed for he suf-
ferng from the acuest sort of modification and trepi
dalton. He in a difficult situation, and he glad
Henderson thought he was handling it creditaby. 1t
was hazardous to sit opposite girl of whom he knew
absolutely nothing, but who apparently taking for
granted the existence between them of relations that
far than friendly. One doesn't say "Dear-
est to mere friend, if one is nice girl, and Sara
Keene he knew nice girl, girls go, though not
nice as her timid little mother.
Larrabee Damon felt most uncomfortable she sat
with her melting eyes fixed on him. while Wallace
ordering. Three four miles away the girl h
really oved-hs adorable Angela Give sitting doubt
less alone, reading embroidering. He wanted to b.
with her. Every fiber of him loyal to her, and YET
he was, perorce, receiving tender untranslaable
pulled himself together After ALL it was not really as
though he had been traitor in love to either of thes
girls: for he not the real -arrabee Damon What
his real was, he didn't have to shoulder Lar
rabee Damons sentimental obligations. In spite of tn.
languishing Sara Keene, he free to love Angela
Give if he wanted to.
But was he? Oh was heo Just because he wasn't
Larrabee Damon, with the burden of Sara Keene
his heart that sign that he not someone else
who had already plotted out his matrimonial territory
Again the fear that he already married. He
felt he had never loved anyone but Angela Give
If she had been sitting beside him. he felt that he could
have poured forth all sorts of dewy tender expressions
absolutely new his lips but he only felt this he didn't
know it. For all he knew, this growing emotion of his
for Angela Give might merely be repetition of some
thing he had already lived through.
1t blighting situation indeed, and Henderson,
sitting beside Mrs Keene and casting anxious look
him, understood only half. Henderson thought he
sympathizing with Jimmy Sylvester, with
clear past and clear title to love Angela Give hon.
orably he wanted to. He did not know that he had
employed of no identity. Nevertheless, Damon
owed it to Henderson, and that two thousand dollars
month, to carry through his part successfully.
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