Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-09

fierce muStaChe seemed anxious to make up
for the lack of hair on his head. "A bald hero
at summer resort" he conmented,- cit
seems incrediblei"
"Oh, they think he lost his hair fighting
for the flag" she laughed. dts winter, and
showing, or | shouldn't dare lese majesty.
And over here is the Admiral on the We
randa, playing it S quarterback. And here
the great portrait, Andrew Rutter with
profaning arm over the Admiral's shoulder.
The old ladies make their complaints to MIR.
Rutter in softer tones after seeing that
picture"
"And this?" asked Magee, moving farther
from the group by the fire.
"a precious one-I wonder they leave it
here in winter. This is the Admiral as
young man-clipped from magazine arti-
Gle. Even without the mustache, you see,
he had certain martial bearing"
"And now he's the ruler of the queens
navee," smiled Magee. He looked about.
as it possible to see the room where the
Admiral plays his famous gamer"
"Step softly!' she answered. an here.
There stands the very table"
They went into the small cardroom at the
right of the entrance to the Office, and Magee
quietly closed the door behind them. The
time had come. He felt his heart sink.
WELL?' said the girl with an eagerness
" she could not conceal.
Magee CROPPED for words-and found his
old friends of the mountain. IL love you'll"
he cried desperately. "You must believe
l want to help you! 1t looks rather the
other way now, I'll admit. l want you
to have that money. don't know who you
to have it. l went upstairs determined to
give if TO vO11-"
Really" The word was at least fifty
degrees below the temperature of the card
room.
ayes, really. I won't ask you to believe;
but I'm telling the truth. l went to the
place where had fatuously hid the money
under brick of my fireplace. It was
gone"
"How terribly unfortunate!"
dyes, isn't it?' Magee rejoiced that she
took so calm a view of it. "They searched
the room, of course, and they found the
money. They're on top now; but I'm 60
ing"
He stopped; for he had seen her face. She
taking a calm view of it? No, indeed!
Billy Magee saw that she was furiously,
wildly angry. He remembered always hav-
ing written it down that beautiful women
were even more beautiful in anger. How,
he wondered, had he fallen into that error?
"Please do not bore me-, she said through
her teeth with any further recital of what
you are going to do. You seem to have
fatal facility in that line. Your record of
accomplishment is pathetically weak. And
oh, what fool I've been l believed!
Even after last night, believed"
No, she was not going to cry. Hers was
no mood for tears. What said the librettist?
"There is beauty in the roaring of the gale,
and the tiger when flashing of his tail.
Such was the beauty of woman in anger.
And nothing to get enthusiastic about,
thought Magee.
Il know" he said helplessly, "you're ter
ribly disappointed. And don't blame you.
But you will find out that you've done me
an injustice. I'm going"
"One thing" said she, smiling smile that
could have cut glass, "you are going to do.
know that you won't fail this time, because
| shall personally see you through with it.
You're going to stop making fool of me-. +"
"Tell me- pleaded Billy Magee. "Tell
me who you are-what this is all about.
Can't you see I'm working in the dark9
You must
She threw open the cardroom door. IAN
English officer" she remarked loudly, step
Dinp ont into the other room "tarpht the