The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-08-07

her. There was only one sitting-room
and we all sat there. She was there
with the Others"
whats she like?" said Berry, her
curiosity on the subject of this spoiled
child of fortune overcoming her recent
annoyance.
you've seen her." be answered,
you know what she looks like"
1--WE never seen her to know who
she was. l suppose I've passed her
on the streets and at the theaters. Is
she cordial and pleasant, or does she
| give herself airs because she's Bill
| Cannon's daughter?"
Dominick moved his feet under the
table. 1t was difficult for him to an
swer Berny's questions politely.
"She doesn't give herself the least
airs. She's perfectly simple and nat
ural and kind"
That's just what I've heard" his
wife said. giving her head an agree
ing wag. They say she's just as easy
and unassuming as can be. Did you
think she was pretty when you saw
her close to-"
Really, Berry, I don't know" an
swered the victim in a tone of goaded
patience. she looks just the same
close to as she does at a distance.
don't notice peoples looks much. Yes,
I suppose she's pretty"
"She has blonde hair" said Berry,
leaning forward over her plate in the
eagerness Of her interest. Did it look
to you as If 1t was bleached?"
He raised his eyes, and his wife en-
| countered an unexpected look of an
ger in them. She shrank little, be-
ing totally unprepared for it.
How should 1 know whether her
hair was bleached or not?" he said
sharply. That's very silly question"
Berry was taken aback.
81 don't see that it u.s." she said
with unusual and somewhat stammer-
| ing mildness. Most blonde-haired
women, even IL they haven't bleached
their hair, have had 1t restored"
Dominick did not answer her. The
servant presented dish at his elbow
and he motioned 1t away with an i'm
patient gesture.
Berry, who was not looking at him,
| went on.
What kind Of clothes did she wear?
They say she's an elegant dresser,
gets almost everything from Paris,
even her underwear I suppose she
didn't have her best things up there.
But she must have had something,
because the papers said they'd gone
! prepared for a two weeks trip"
II never noticed anything she
wore"
well, isn't that just like you, Dom
mick Ryan," exclaimed his wife, I'M
able, at this unmerited disappoint-
ment, to refrain from some expression
Of her feelings. And you might know
| I'd be anxious to hear what she had
on"
| I'm very sorry, but l haven't an
idea about any of her clothes. l think
they were always dark, mostly black
or brown"
Did you notice." almost pleadingly,
what she wore when she went out?
Mrs. Whiting, the forelady at Hazels
millinery, says she imported a set Of
sables. muff, wrap and hat, for her
this autumn. Hazel says it was just
the finest thing Of its kind you ever
laid your eyes on. Did she have them
up there?'
Il couldn't possibly tell you. l don't
know what sables are l saw her once
| with a fur cap on, but think 1t be-
longed to Willoughby, an Englishman
| who was staying there, and used m
have his cap hanging on the pegs in
| the hall. It's quite useless asking
me these questions. l don't know any
thing about the subject. Did you wind
the clock while l was away"
He looked at the clock, a possession