Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-04

Lii unable to find Harriet Wilson, and agreed
"And you, dear child?" asked Mrs. Cobb, hopping
out of the limousine and into the other with light
that surprised me.
Il will do precisely you wish, dear Madame"
answered meekly l knew better than to let her
that wanted to stay. at to that in these
first sacred moments OF encounter between mother and
son a stranger could be only superfuous."
Mrs Cobb looked relieved. AS a matter of fact,
could that she anticipated rather strong dis
cussions in her first sacred moments with her darling
boy Just WELL perhaps, that the subject of these
discussions should delay her arrival for such time
possble So she looked delighted and relieved, and
accepted with joy my proposition that should wait in
the disabled limousine, till Auguste came back and
fetched us.
"You can keep your Genevieve Dear" she said
fondly, "and-let see, the cook must on; but
l spare my masseuse-she's very strong in any,
thing happened dear child"
"There are Indians about?' asked with just little
bit of doubt.
But Mrs. Cobb assured me that the dangerous ones
all dead, and that | home, anyway.
"You already Mount Desert Island" she said.
"That was the bridge passed. five minutes ago. You
than half-hour from Bar Harbors In
hour and half at the most, therefore, you may
pect Auguste back again. Or-why not? Yes dear
child, if Victor there, and if talk him into good
humor shall send him back himself to fetch you'll"
Here agreeable prospect! A tete-a-tete drive
my first encounter with my fance! What
should talk about-and would he try to kiss me?
felt cold and hairy all at the thought. However,
it was too late to draw out!
@Ta-ta, sweet child" cried Mrs. Cobb she waved
her hand from the other automobile.
There puff, toot, and they were off. l sat
there alone between poor old Genevieve who clasped
her jewel box and shifted and the massage woman,
who rubbed her long hands together and growled at
the whole business.
AS for me- however, liked it. To be sure, it was
bleak savage sort of scene not bit like France; but
it pleased me just the same. 1t seemed to me had
been set down in the midst of mountains bleak,
windy looking mountains whose slopes down to the
cold gray line of the In spite of the little houses
scattered here and there along the Shore and in spite of
the automobiles that occasionally passed. it seemed to
me had before been sad and solitary place
hind in New York. AS sat and waited, cold,
utterng wind began to blow up out of the sea, with
wet smell like rain But it wasn't ran after ALL but
white ribbons and streamers like MIST then suddenly
mass of fog like great, white sea monster, that
swooped down and swallowed up. So there
smelling world of own. Somewhere in the distance
foghorn began to just like the steamer. Gene
We've crossed herself with shiveng hand, and began
to pray.
ooh, why did ever leave Our dear France, to come
to this country of savages?" she said.
3Har<!" l cried.
TT was only another automobile passing; but it tore
up very close to us, giving moments glimpse of
low gray racing machine, with pair of eager that
stared through the mist above the driving wheel Tout
touftou then it disappeared into the fog tout toufed
again; them heard it's puffs coming back agan A
moment later the fog opened again, and the gray
chine drew up beside the limousine, like tugboat be-
side the Kaiser Wilhelm. young man in the
drivers seat He took off his glasses, and I his
blue he examined the nameplate of the limousine
"Its Fiat machine, all right he said to the mechan