Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-08-04

she laughed; but there was an ache III her
throat.
4 should say that | did, too agreed
Mark. But. do you know, its nearly al
ways the little things that are the biggest.
Felicity was tiny, she was timer than you
are,-but Sire said that one of her hands held
all the joys Of life, and the other all the mys-
teries of death; that her two lips were the
gates to Paradise. and that her two eyes
were Paradise itself. Which do you think
is bigger, Priscilla, the Kensington Museum
or baby, the dome of St. Peters or starr
Il think think that Felicity must have
been the happiest woman in the world. DO
you look like her. Mark
mo, don't look like anyone Felicity
said that Just looked the way she wanted
me to. She said that she dreamed ID look
like me-before she ever saw me, you know
Sometimes | think that's all | am, just
Feicity's dreams"
PRISCILLA held the kitten very tight,
and fought desperately against the sud
den, urgent desire to cry that clutched at
her throat like a cruel hand. Her playmate
was sitting at her feet. not hands breadth
away, and yet she felt more lonely than she
had ever felt in all her lonely little life. There
he sat. most friendly, most radiant, most
dear; yet it was as though that clear voice
came to her across the turnult of thousand
years, as though that dear face smiled at her
through the mists of a thousand leagues.
The room was very still Priscilla lid her
breath, and stared at her playmate with
great, terrified, impotent eyes. IL hen she
broke the terrible silence into a million bits
with little, shivering laugh.
"How clever of you to make all her dreams
come true! But what we going to play,
We are wasting minutes and minutes, Mark!
If we aren't careful it will be hours and hours
and hoursl'
"Give me my kitten. and III tell you de
manded Mark.
"Its my kitten" retorted Priscilla. AMI
the terror was gone from her eyes. In lis
place shone the unquestlonlng alteration of
a little maid for her hero, and the protective
alteration of a mother for her child. and the
dear, joyous canlaraderie of one playmate
for another, and deep, deep, deep in their
farthest depths stirred that which was a
welding and blending Of the three-deep in
tEeil Instirred love.
Put it on the floor urged Mark; "then
well see whose kitten it is. PLAY fair, Pris-
cilla There.'
The yellow morsel shook itself and stag
gered experimentallv out into the green sea
of carpet.
"1herel" cried Mark triumphantlv. his
to me, Priscilla. Priscilla, look! 1t likes me
best, and its coming straight to me-"
There was no doubt about 1.-THE kitten
was rapidly advancing on wavering. I'M
steady legs, growing more confident a every
step. There was a scurry of flving white,
and Priscilla caught it up with little crow
of triumph.
"There!" she announced de.ianty, holding
it close to her neck. "Iou can't have it. 1t
wanted to come to me all the time.
Mark made for her with an indignant
shout of laughter. and from the doorway
there came an answering ripple Priscilla
lifted startled eyes to meet the hooking ones
of Jacqueline Campbell.
Bravo, Miss Hampden." she applauded
softly. Il hold it most excellent strategy I'm
compromisingly to seize what will not come
to you. Oh, pray don't rise! | fear that |
am a trifle late.
To be continued next Sunday