Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-01-28

With an involuntary movement carried
my hand to my bosom, where l always wore
beneath my blouse the locket that was my
talisman All, Harriet, that my papa loved,
aid me now
"Well!' Mrs. Cobb's voice prodded me as
the goad of Pyrenees peasant prods his OK.
well, Dear and your answer
Il must have a little time, | answered
confusedy. Il must ask permission. l
must ask advice. | must see the lady that
I'm to visit"
Il "Ah! the lady of East lOth-st!' Words
cannot properly reflect the scorn of Mrs.
Cobb's voice.
In spite of my loyalty to the lady of my
dreams, blushed for Harriet. rs it such a
after all, she doesn't live there any more.
ANY more! Then how old is it, this adj
dress?7
l hung my head. Several years, Ma
dame
She regarded me with pity Several
years! Is the child mad? She thinks that a
house in New York is like home in the
Faubourg Of SHERMAN, where the fami-
lies move out only when there's revolu-
ton. But perhaps we can find her in the
directory. What is her name9'
| There was knock at the door. A garcon
entered the cabin, very busting and impor-
i Idlll AL lllSI Class passengers diS &c
quested to go to the dining saloon to make
| their report to the custom house officersl'
WHATS that?' l cried in panic, as he
=" slapped some printed forms of papers
down on the table and dashed out again.
ats your first step toward entering the
U. S., my DEAR replied Mrs. Cobb grimly;
@but, once you are in, doubtless your friend
will take good care of you-better care than
l could, I'm sure-if we can only find her.
Her name, my dear?'
There was no interruption, this time, to
save me from the humiliating truth, and no
inspiration came to help me. u know only
her maiden name" faltered, feeling myself
ridiculous enough: cher married name-I
never heard it
"Ah! and when was she married?'
| hung my head like fool. How wild and
intangible they seemed now, the visions that
in the solitude of Brent, above the old let
tiers, had reared themselves on so solid
foundation "She was married before l was
born | answered in a whisper.
From outside the door came the scream Of
whistling tugs, the grinding of cranes, the
shouts of stevedores,- all the blind, crush
ing confusion of this unknown new world in
which l found myself And it was here,
here, that | had thought to find Harriet,
like a little, lost, lonely star in the great
white river of the Milky Way! l who had
prided myself on my intelligence, who had
called myself a philosopher, and patronized
Aunt Elizabeth and my Vauquieres rela-
tives at Paris,-this was where all my sci
ence and my cleverness had landed me! The
night that left Fontainebleau | thought
knew what loneSomeness was But now at
this moment it seemed to me that for the
first time knew what it was to be alone.
| When Mrs. Cobb spoke next it was in
tone of kindness almost motherly. "And
how much money have you in your purse,
my poor child?'
NEARLY FIVE hundred francs, answered
in a whisper.
"And you have your maid with you, de
pendent upon you!'
"Yes-poor old Genevieve'
1Then, if you do not find this lady at the
address you have for her, you will abandon
all idea of staying in American You and
YOUR Genevieve will use the passages that
the Duchess has taken for you, and go back
to England by the next boat?"
To England! felt qualm in my stonl-
ach, like that first day when the deck began
to rise and fall under my feet. If it were to
my dear France that was to return-but in
France no home waited for me any more.