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

young lady IN a gold frame, ana tnaC the
more he reflected the surer he was that the
thing for him to do was to get out of New
York, before be learned anything more about
himself. A few more hours might reveal
the picture of a young lady in a jeweled
frame. The two spent the morning search
ng through the remaining effects of Lar
rabee Damon. While Corrigan was shop
ping they went through all the pockets in
his clothes. They found plenty of loose
change, knives, odds and ends of trinkets,
and two or three meaningless calling cards;
but nothing that would throw any more light
than they already had on "P' and his adj
venture.
A FTER luncheon he made ready to call
= on Angela Give. He named to himself
half past four as the first moment when he
could decently appear before her; but as he
was ready at half past three he saw no good
reason why he should not reach her pres
ence at four Such is the faultless logic of a
young man in love. He left his apartment
distinctly exhilarated. Half square from
the entrance he met We ace and another
young man. Wallace stopped him with a
good hail.
Hello, Will! Were you coming to see
me?" Damon greeted him.
"No, I'm saving myself up for tonight.
gu OIcdLIldlll vi COulSC.
"Ah, yes" said Damon, giving his hand
to Cheatham.
IL should hope you would remember one
of my best pals" remarked Wallace, "con-
sidering what he won from you at bridge in
my rooms
Damon "Goodby, WILL I've all engage
ment. III see you tonight at eight"
Damon's first impulse was to walk up to
the Beldon apartment; but in order not to
disturb the immaculateness of his appear
| ance he called a taxicab, and ordered it to
crawl up Fifth-ave. 1t was just four when
he sent his name up to Mrs. Beldon's apart
ment, asking to see her and Miss Give.
When he was ushered in, he saw, to his great
joy, that the drawing room was empty of
everyone but Angela. He had hoped for
this; but he had not expected it. At the very
best he had feared the presence of Frances
Helen.
AS Angela came toward him, she seemed
| to him more nlysteriously lovely than ever.
He had thought that he already knew her
face perfectly; but now he noticed little
deep speck in the blue of her eyes that he
had not seen before, and here and there
little dark tendril of her hair gave out CLINT
| then for moment trembled aside. Angela
was humble minded enough, but even she
could not fail to perceive the enthusiastic joy
his face showed at seeing her
Il am sorry that Mrs. Beldon and Mrs.
Chester are still out" she told him. an
fact they have only just gone
"Thats too bad" he said happily
Angela compressed her lips; then, in spite
of herself, little ripple of laughter swept
between them. "Isn't that delightful? You
have a fine sense of humor!" he cried.
But he would have been equally delighted
if she had revealed none. He was predes-
tined to admire whatever qualities Angela
should turn out to possess.
@You mustn't be personal, Mr.. Sylvester"
she warned him.
He started a little at the sound of his own
name. He had been playing Damon SO hard
that he had almost forgotten Sylvester.
"But l must be personal, Miss Give" he
assured her. "There is SO little time left,
and l have so much to make up!'
CHE was no longer treating him as she had
~ on the occasion of the other meeting.
Then she had been half afraid, or at least
distressingly puzzled. Now she was still
curious; but she was acting as Mrs. Beldon
had acted with him on their second meet