Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-07-28

IllSSllld ne Is perfectly Sdle IN my IldIluS,
your Grace
Il am not sure" said the Duchess of
Cleves with emphasis, mot at all sure; but,
in spite Of my uncertainty, | must leave you.
Be good children.
Her brother watched her retreating figure
with slightly sardonic smile. "Are you
prepared to be good child, Miss Hanp-
deno"
TO the contrary" laughed Priscilla. Il
am prepared to be totally depraved en-
FAINT terrible. Are you prepared to be
good wolff"
Having never assumed that fascinating
but exacting role, Modesty lays her hand
upon my lips. However. | can safely prom
ise to conceal my wool for one evening. May
| sit down."
You may. Now growl your best, please.
And-oh would YOU mind telling me your
name, so that we can start even:
He leaned forward, a sudden CLINT of
amusement in his eyes. "You don't know,
reallvo oh, no. AIodesty herself withdraws
at the thought. You are being facetious.
Priscilla shook her sleek little head. in
deed I'm not: simply truthful. If | were at
all discreet well hammered. I'd srnIlingly
dissemble, and after five minutes of adroit
and artful angling, actually know who you
were. But I'm playing game with myself
most remote suspicion as to your identity.
It's an important one, evidently. | should
bow my head in shame.
You are in earnest
Honest Inlun, as our arlstocracy have
it. You've worked me up to such fever
ish state OF excitement now, though, that
nothing that you could possibly be would
justify it. Unless you're not Mephis
topheles, by any chance.
"Ive been accused of it, admitted the
man. with Slight twist of his mobile mouth.
But I'm no such great matter. I'm poor
:, scrivener, Miss Hampden but wicked false
pride forbids me to continue 1t would be
mortal blow if you had not read my scrib-
| bllngs.
If you're not Felicia Hemans, or Alex
ander Pope, probably have. Otherwise, |
prefer to join the ranks and regard you as
Mephistopheles You aren't Felicia He
mans, are YOU!
The man laughed outright. Rest in
peace am not that immortal lady Just
to punish you, I'm going TO tell you who
am. You will be horribly sorry that you
have treated me so cavalierly. | am gen
orally known. little Miss Hampden, as Geoff-
rev Winter"
| Priscilla contemplated him for a moment,
| round-eyed. Then, Il don't believe it. she
said fatty.
"Oh, come, This is a base insult to either
myself or my works. Why don't you be
lieve it,"
Because it isn't true" she affirmed un-
conpromisingly. "You're just trying to
make me jump
| You are misjudging me cruelty. But
am sufficiently hattered by your obvious
familiarity with my works to forgive you.
Oh, Harry
THE slim, haired boy, hurrying by
with two cups OF punch in his hands,
| whirled about did you want me!' he
| asked, and there was a certain deferentlal
eagerness in his manner that made Priscilla
move uneasily. Cher maitre sounded in
every note of his charming, immature voice.
Miss Hampden, may present one Of my
young friends, Henry Gilleone Harry, will
you tell Miss Hampden my nameo"
| The boy stared uncertainty, bright flush
| mounting under his tan. "Your name?' he
queried helplessly.
Exactly. Have you forgotten it,"
"Its-it's Lord Charters" said young
Gilleon, stammering in his eagerness.
Priscilla drew deep breath of relief.
$50 it is, agreed the older man. and at
the amused irony in his tone the boys flush
deepened. "And now, if it isn't asking too
much Harry, the other one?o'
I'm frightfully stupid said Harry