Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-18
CHAPTER III.


among the ootnoes Of the Great Story, elderly gen
tleman and very handsome young woman sat IN sub
way train that roarcd enptily its way downtown.
The elderly gray haired, and he wore closely
cropped gray mustache style much affected BY Ameri-
living in New York. He possessed all the hall
marks OF prosperous clubrnan. he spats spoke elo
quently Of the reading and Of moderately heated
political arguments. Attached 10 his eyeglasses
heavy cord up and down which he continually his
fingers those who knew him, sign OF perturba-
ton Now and then he poked the feruc of his Nlalacca
walking stick the mating the floor, tapped it.
causing little pus OF dust to RISE like muskctry down
in valley
The young woman stared with unseeing eyes at the
opposite window Fine eyes they We're blue Russian
lapsazu, similarly streake with threads of gold, and
heavily fringed The girl really and truly beauti-
ful; the few belated realized this, and forgot
their nightly study of the allrng advertisements She
tonic to the weary eyes: a tonic like the
pected vision OF green fields crystal waters and the blue
of her attractions it snoldeed ysteriousy if fire
Law hidden in the deeps Of it.
"Wonder what earth he wants.? said the man, and
nibbled the ivory head of his stick.
The girl did not reply Perhaps she had not heard him.
4 can't think OF anything he should want unless its
about old investment that 5 turned bad. But
then he'd write. | give II up.
Across the aisle the little shopgirl, who going
home Brooklyn (imagine having home therei),
dropped her gaze from the brilliant Autograph of Cha
ems Toasted Wheates Zone Of Forbess earlier pieces
the urs of the beautiful young lady She sat with
a start. Stables! she thought,-not Manchur1an, but
the genuine North Russian She a clerk in up
town furrers and knew her business. Offhand she
measured the length and breadth OF the cloak
penny under thousand. And riding in the sub
way when she ought to be in limousine with chauffeur
and footman Swells were funny folks they were al
ways doing things like everyday people And the muff
wouldn't have left than the price of theater
ticket out of thousand. And, what's more she knew
how to them. She wasn't any of those actresses
Catch them riding in the subway.
SOME legal middle" the elderly man complained
= "Your mothers brother wasn't in his right mind.
There's nothing for you to complain of, spoke the
girl at last, without, however, turning her head.
Cant say there is Three millions, mostly out at
seven per cent" He coughed slightly HE novel
reading mad: would have drawn up such
a will. It's much lives worth to keep all
that junk about Wouldn't give the stuff to the Metro
poltan, because they wouldn't take any stock in his
claim that that ruby belonged the Mana Sahib
Anyhow, history says that Hindu beggar died in the
unges and that he took the jewel along with him.
Junk. How can you call all those beautiful things
junk? love everyone Of them. He right. Only
one person in thousand who visit the museums would
understand appreciate them
THAT may be; but no light fingered gentry would be
prowing about
The beautiful young lady shrugged. She had gone
over the ground so often that the subject weared her
She loved her father but she could understand his
utter lack Of appreciation for the wonderful curos her
uncle had bequeathed her, with the single stipulation
that she should use them The shrug discovered for
second the milky depth of the fur
And the little shopgir shiveed with delight But she
vaguely wondered why the beautiful young adys face
wasn't happy one. ANY woman in such sableS (even
if she had just lost her husband ought to be Supremacy
happy. The rule that happiness is available
alike the field and the elephant: its all in the
angle of vision.
That the girl in the sables unhappy quite
apparent. 1t petulant sadness, in having
had her will crossed, having stumbled over some
temporary disappointment Her face reflected deep
from within; OF kind for which money at her
age no balm. Great peace and great
the same brushes in thinning in face: the result IS gen
orally beatifc placidity If you looked at the girls
eyes, they told you nothing the droop OF her mouth
the palor of her fine skin; and yet the ensemble
produced a haunting sadness. 1t made you remember
the face for days to come
At Madison Square the two got out, and the little