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


nameless, unless he were really Jimmy Sy1-
vester, and penniless, with the handicap of
several months absence from her. He
meant, nevertheless, to conquer all his diff
culties and make her love him.
He got back to his apartment as quickly
as he could and dressed hastily. If he drove
at once to the hotel where Sara keene and
her mother lived and allowed ten minutes
to the interview that he felt sure Sara would
exact, that would bring them back in time
for his eight o'clock dinner. He dreaded
that interview, and as matter of precau
ton he made Henderson drive with him.
Henderson opined that he would think Da-
mon would be all eagerness to see Sara again
His point of view was that she must be able
to throw good deal of light upon Larrabee
Damon and he was willing to make any
sacrifice of his young friend in order to re-
ceive that light.
Reaching the hotel at which the keenes
stopped, they were ushered upstairs to a
scrap of a reception room. Sara opened the
door to them, beautiful perfectly dressed
The melting expression of her face hardened
a little when she saw Henderson. But she
proved at once that she was a girl of direct
methods. She barred the door to him.
I'm extremely rude, | am afraid she
said sweetly, "but am going to ask you to
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see Larrabee, and | must see him alone.
You'll find a seat at the end of the corridor
there by the palms"
DAMON entered alone. Mrs. Keene was
II safely Gagged in her bedroom, he reflected,
and he was in for an interview with Sara
that might be difficult.
"I've been waiting for you all day." she
said reproachfully.
But told you d be very busy Sara, he
said. I'm going away, probably tomor-
row.
"But you can't go tomorrow" she cried
incredulously. "Why, you've just con:e
back! Where are you going?"
"On another cruise, connected with the
business of my first cruise he said briefly.
They were standing, and he was afraid
that she would hurl herself at him, and bid
him to stay in New York; so he sat down,
fencing himself in behind her little teatable.
She drew chair close to him.
"Larrabee dearest let us be sensible she
said sweetly, and he knew that she meant
by that that she was sensible already and
that he must become so, by doing precisely
what she suggested.
Il can't change any of my plans" he re-
marked crisply.
But Larrabee dearest, you've just come
DdCk. GU CAN 1cdNc me IT1S Wdy-yOu
can't"
Damon was feeling for clue. He re-
membered that at the moment of his first
meeting with her she had said that things
must be with them as they had been before
he went away, that they had both been mad.
Her face was very hard to read. There was
no CLINT of thinking on it: just one all-per-
vading mask of feeling. But he looked at
her steadily, hoping for some inspiration,
and he said firmly:
"You know as we'll as do, Sara, that if |
had reason for going year since, have just
as much reason for going now"
"But things have changed!' she cried.
He wished very much that he knew what
things had changed, and how they had
changed. 1t seemed safest to shake his head
obstinately.
Surely things have changed?" she said
There was a note of appeal in that word
surely that gave him a hint.
"If you know me at all, Sara he said
gently, "you must realize that what was SO
a year ago is so now"
"But don't seem to know you any more,
she said, wringing her hands softly.
He felt a pang of conjunction perhaps