Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-11

with him. So in return 1 told her all about his last
years. when knew him; and all his losses and troubles
and how bravely he bore them and her letters that
had saved and brought with me-oh, everything!
Everything, that is, except thing that could
derstand being woman too She never spoke of poor,
dear Mama, except to inquire whether looked like her.
"For you don't look at all like your papa, she said and
sighed.
gushed, my dear papa. And 1, as you see, Madame
black as mole' Ah that horrid little phrase even
now it hurt and stung!
But Mrs. Stuart shook her head with smile. "All
the BETTER" she said "blonds too If you
knew how tired gets of being blond, before
ones hair turns white! But you with that gorgeous
Eastern coloring, and those eyes! But l could have
wished you see that you had looked like your papa.
1t would-t would have brought my young days back
to me-" Suddenly she leaned over my bed, and that
hot look of youth up again into her skin and eyes
Il was cheated" she whispered passionately. "You
ought to have been my daughter!1
did not to think of myself; but just the same,
came up in my mind a sudden thought that burned me
hke-like Henrys lips, SO short time ago. l felt the
blood in my face and knew his mothers keen eyes had
read my thought. The youthful fire died down out of
her face, could that the thought of herself had
given to the thought of her and her eyes looked
at with smiling kindness that like benedc-
ton.
"Who knows?' she said. "After all, there are more
ways than one for you to be my daughter!"
looked at her. The same words that Mrs, Cobb had
said to me two months ago! Then began to laugh.
Since Destiny had taken it into her head to play
exquisite joke might not just as well be chic, and
laugh back again?
L
laughing. II know she sent them to you. am to be
married to her Victor two weeks from today"
But it was no use-I began to cry. Then the doctor
in and scoded her-her, the magnificent Mrs.
Stuart!-for agitating his patient So left alone,
with poor old Genevieve, who had been hurredly sent
for telling over her beads at the foot of bed AS for
me- turned my solitaire round and round my finger
and watched the shadows the ceiling till fell asleep
CHAPTER XII
SINCE long ago. when Papa was alive these two
~ days have been the happest of my life.
The doctor-dear manufactured that must not be
moved So here stay, content like lost spirit who,
falling through space finds foohold for couple of days
star.
love this housed There is no gliding or velvet or
embroidered footmen; but all cool and light and
aowery; the wind blowing through seems quite in
place. and you feel that it's really Then there
is no fuss about calling, reception days. anybodys
Social Position Even Mrs Vanhuysen though she
lacks the grace of her sister in law quite simple
in her manner. She comes into my every day to
make formal little CALL and Miss Carroll too makes
talk about the people at Brent Bar Harbor, max
ing funny little jokes about Mrs. Cobb-yet per-
ecty well bred and kind that there's nothing to get
angry at, either. Then she talks about Henry, and
what wonder he is, and what a clever lawyer, and
what famous aviator until for some unexplained rea
son he renounced the air completely.
"PerhapS you tell us if it's in consequence of
vow, Mademoselle, since he broke it only to
you?" In fact, might think she in love with him
Henry, just like boy And, besides, she's going to be
married in the autumn to young man whose picture
she wears in a bracelet, who lives in Chicago.
But Henry-ah! he and l don't look each other
straight in the eyes, But when he looks away look at
him. at that clear, energetic profile and those quick
hands. And when look away l feel his eyes
me; and in their glance l can feel the same hurry
hurry-and the yearning hunger that l myself
have felt all these last miserable weeks. He is unhappy
ah my dear Henry, who for forswore his favorite
amusement, who has saved my fe-he is unhappy for
me, and l am as helpless to heal his sorrow little
lost dog that for his master He doesn't talk very
much; do not very much of him. And certainly
he hasn't talked to again he talked in the water
that daN How wicked because I WiSf=I wish