Evening star., 1912-11-24

tions to him; but it reminded him that there
were many barriers between them.
The waiter brought the tea us he sat
down
"Now this is too unruly of you, he said.
II know YOU waited for me. and YOU needed
the tea"
She busted her hands over the cups. and
then she asked How do you like your teao'
The modern young man cannot escape
being given tea from the hands of pretty
girls many, many times; nor does he wish
to. If he has any imagination at all, and if
he is embarking on a new friendship with
girl, which may hold all sorts of delightful
probabilities, it is a delightful moment when
she first asks him, "How do you like your
tea?" There is something SO semidomestic
in this first hour together, over the teacups;
but it is not binding like the really domestic.
There is tacit intimacy: but it remains
tacit, at least for time: it does not impose
any obligations. 1t does not matter how
many times other girls have dispensed tea
to him: each different girl is like each diff
ferent sweetheart. a new experience, even if
the same words have to be said to her.
Jimmy Sylvester had sufficient imagina-
ton to SAVIOR the experience. With real JOY
he said, as he had said many times before,
but feeling as if it were for the first time,
1.-TWO Jumps please, and the thinnest bit of
lemon in sight.
He watched her graceful movements,
with the reflection that it was the first hour
of really deep pleasure he had had since
he had returned to consciousness. uSt as
he was planning some tactful way to get her
to tell him her name, she looked up and said
in tone that, to his chagrin, showed de-
cided relief:
Here come my friends. We shall have
to send for more cups.
CHE rose with an adorable smile, which
~ made her seem much Younger than she
had before He looked up and saw thread
ing their way through the maze of tables,
Mrs Beldon, her aunt Mrs. Chester, and
Frances Helen. Mrs. Beldon was looking
at the two in unconcealed amaZement.
"What. Do you two know each Other?
she cried, as she held out her hand to Syl-
vester.
1--WE never met until half an hour ago."
he said joyously "and she hasn't told me
her name yet.
"She is my lovely Angela Give an
nounced Frances Helen.
Angela Give! 1t seemed to Sylvester
now that he had liked that name when Mrs.
Beldon first mentioned it IN Switzerland.
But he liked it even better now; for it was
10 I0e SlIl DIS lllc IIelel ID W Ilie NOluS vi et
poem.
The three newcomers found chairs, and
Angela Gives face took on an expression of
peace and safety. She murnured to Mrs
Beldon that she would explain later how
she happened to be with Sylvester. Mrs
Chester slipped her tea with a contented air
Sylvester seemed to be taken with the gov
erness of Frances Helen. That meant that
he would not be candidate for Mrs. Bel
don's charm and fortune. Mrs. Beldon
chartered gaily, and reproached Sylvester
for not having come to call, and he told her
that he had been busy, but had been plan
ming to call the next day-which was quite
false; but he had no scruples. He felt pre-
pared to call on Mrs. Beldon every day for a
month to come. He was perfectly contented.
al don't believe I've ever felt happier, he
said to himself. Then a cold little shiver
started at the base of his spine. @For all |
know, have been just as happy was his
next thought; "for all | know
And then came the final dismal reflection
that dimmed the brightness of the hour
and caused his face to fall SO that Mrs. Bel
don looked at him inquiringly.
"For all | know, | may be married al
readyi"
CHAPTER III.