Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-08-18
LIE turned the page and tried to be brave. With
II the palm of his hand he pressed it down as if to
hide forever from his big eyes the picture the

the palm of his hand he pressed it down as if to
hide forever from his big eyes the picture on the
other side.
This was an involuntary act for that picture
painted on his mind his boy mans mind, and it
never could be put back the printed
page of the book it was There was never wave that
flowed back the silver surface of the pool toward the
point of the fall of the pebble that made the wave.
But doubtless curiosity has been provoked concern
ing him and the picture, and, being the only that
knows it would be ungracous not to tell the whole I'm
geringly fragrant story of yesterday. He? Just
Bertrand Stuyvesant Harrison OF 1863 Prospectaye,
in the sixth grade whose papa was IN the bank That
just Berry" to Aunt Mercedes and little
man. to Grandfather. The picture? Peleas extending
to Etarre above in the gded box by the tourney field
the crcet he had for her. and the host Arhuan
acclams her Queen of Beauty the young knight is
ing:
For every must have his love,
His lovely lady, else his courage fail
1t must be true Was it not printed there under the
pcture9 So it necessary to love, one to be
any of at ALL But he had no lovely lady; and
this thing of love Gee whizz! Of he thought
pretty good deal of the three that said they loved him.
particularly of Aunt Mercedes, and she was certainly
lovely lady, but, 1t in the Harrisons to be good
looking, old Mrs. Darlington had said the other day
Ethels house she Strengthened his blouse col
lar and tie with a witch And Ethel rights he
ought to love her. Oh, no. that would never do! Her
hair too black and her eyes were too blue and she
was stubborn. The other girls? There some
sort of discordant pain in thinking OF them even If
only there nice as Etarre, but not like
her to look someone-someone with SOFT pale hair
that went back in long waves from eyes with the oh
look naS-SIOppeQ, Sm1g III
one like Elaine; but-ugh!-with dumb scrvitor
hanging round someone
There the growing dream picture Of the lovely lady
put out her him, long white, slender arms, and
her ingertps touched his burning cheeks Hard hard
he pressed the turnedd down page while his heart grew
hurting hot and something like tears-but wasn't for
don't cry any more than they can be brave with
out lovng-came into his eyes, and he dropped to the
floor from the library table, scufed up the rug with his
shoes vindctively and went under the elms in the
park by the grand drive
nH Sarah, there is that Harrison lad!'' exclaimed
- Mrs. Smytheby to her sister the other side of
her in the lesurely electric brougham. They looked
and full in the lengthening shadow the
dropped behind the the still figure of the boy lean
rapt, wide open eyes gazing the brilliant, fashionable
throng that passed if he sought acknowledgements
whom he very family hoped would be there.
Il surprised that Grace Ormesby should
dream of marrying Bob Harrison and taking the
care of child of that size. Why, she can't be
twenty-five three, and he is than thirty
should think she would chance another
even go abroad with the Generals family"
"Of course you have heard what happened with Kate
Leighton and her Count"
oh certainly but, she is still the Countess
and all that. And they do say she nearly married Harri
five years ago; but it did him that she
had any intentions, and if the divorce all right
it would be ripping joke if she took her 'matured
beauty and all the clever things she has picked up
court to sidle into Grace Ormesby's place"
As the brougham swung about the turn they glanced
back and that the boy his hands behind his back,
his head lifted if he the future rise before him
and the tumult Of his life, stalking slowly away