Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-09-22


chester haclendaS, drOncd:
When the stars threw down their spears.
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did ne smile his work to see?
Did He, who made the Lamb make thee!
"A deucedly long time ago." muttered
Bruxton. "a dcucedly long time ago | re-
member reading that"
The coarse fingers of OrlOvsky were poised
for striking the first notes of his final move
mcnt, when Miss Forester stood up, touch
ing Madame Orlovsky's shoulder and point
ing over the gallery railing. And the opera
basso did not snite the black and white keys
in a crashing initial chord; for his wife cried
a word in Russian. Miss Forester was mo-
tionlcss, looking past the fountain, a queer
smile curving her lips.
YOUNG Winslow was beside her in an in
slant Half of the others saw what he
and Miss Forester and their hostess saw.
Mrs. TrevanO tainted quietly, dropping in
her chair, while Horace Trevano famed her
n dazed fashion with his handkerchief.
Miss Waring clutchcd Rawlins Richardson's
sleeve The very youngest woman produced
the first phase of hysterical glgge, and
then choked back the rest of 1t. OrlOvsky,
risen from his piano bench, lowered above
it all. His gaze followed the eyes OF
Miss Forester, and then met those OF his
wife.
The head of a tiger was thrust between the
tapestry folds below-cautiously, as all cats
peer before they decide to enter a strange
place While the startled gallery coffee sip
pers gaped, the tapestry rlppled, and the
beast landed lightly upon the tiles, striding
to the fountain, where it drank greedily.
Old Bruxton OWNED a novel bit of dinner
entertainment, "a tableau arranged by his
host fittingly to embroider ten minutes OF
William Blake framed in music.
"Look here, Orlovsky!' he complained.
"This is too much of a good thing
The Slav cut him short with a native OATH
probably current verbal coin among the
drOsky drivers on the Nevskiy Prospekt.
Silence, For thousand devils! Silence
he Kissed. at is the new one! He barely
knows what the lash means! 1t was his note
we heard. The Others could easily be knouted
back to their bars.'
Half contemptuously, as if, now that his
thirst was slaked, he might investigate the
murrnur from above, the beast raised his
tawny head He rolled fiery eyeballs in the
direction Of the gallery, and growled Ian
g,,idv a second afterward one of the men
servants had tiptoed within, returning with
repeating rifle which he thrust INTO his
masters grip. The servant had brought
also, for himself and his fellow, revolver
and a short pike with two sharpene1
prOngs.
Just once the basso glanced at his weapon;
then he muttcred, "Aly friends, | have to
apologize. | may spoil the aroma of Havana
with powder smoke Yonder beast was
Gagged alone. He is worth many hundreds
Of dollars 1t is a pity to shoot him. No,
let your wife sleep, friend Trevano. 1t will
be better so. When she awakens she will
have dreamed an evil dream nothing more
He will not try to reach us here. Even a
cat Of the forest is not SO brave as that.
may kill him when | choose, in the moon
shine" His voice died to mere humble
But it is pity. 1t is the new young tiger.
He could have been taught"
Lazilv, as if scorning the huddle of hui
mans overhead, the beast padded inquiringly
to and fro: it might have been examining
the walls Of a new cage. Every now and
then as it strobe a bar of moonlight added
an eery stripe to the Bengal markings. Or
lovsky followed the animal with his rifle bar
rel the two men servants waited stoldly
for a command. Up from the patio stole
faint jungle stencil, the malodorous herald
Of flesh caters presence.