Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-21

who was watching the game. "Some tennis,
that! They're one set all, and Hernia Just
broke through Reggie's service, That makes
il FIVE four.
Markham, tcacup in hand, followed the
Countess To the baluStrade and watched.
One would never have supposed from the
way she played that this girl had been up
since dawn and suffered an accident that had
temporarily incapacitatcd her. Youth was
triumphant, -vigor suppleness, and grace
marked every movement, the smashing over
hand service, the catlike spring to the net,
the quick recovery, the long, free swing OF
the vollcy from the back-court, all OF which
showed form of a high order. 1t was man s
tennis that the girl was playing, and Reggie
ArmiStead needed all his cleverness to hold
her at even terms. 1t was an ancient grudgc,
Markham learned and an even thing in the
bctting but Armstead pulled through by
good passing and made the sets deuce.
"Gadi 1t makes me hot to look at em!"
said Crosby Downs lingering at his collar
band, his face brick color from the day in
the open. snake 'em stop, somebody. y"
He dropped into a wicker chair and famed
vigorously with his hat. "Lord! Golf is bad
enough. Oh, what's the useo" he sighed
heavily.
Been golfng, Crosby smiled the
Countess.
"Oh, call it that if you like" he growled.
"Rotten game, that! Doctors orders. a
hundred and ten today. Couldn't hit the
earth, even and there were acres of it.
Living up to your reputation, Crosby,
sneered Carol Gouverneur. Sans putt and
sans approach?'
"You've struck it, young man. Sans any
thing but that Weary Willie feelin' and a
4 p,,t I Lost wounds y
he added more cheerfully, his fingers touch
ing his waistband. ooh, I'll put it on
again tonight at dinner. Silly ass business
this runnin around in the sum-
"Quite so, Olga agreed. "But everything
we do is silly and asinine.'
There was an outburst ofapplausc from the
others at a particularly brilliant shot below.
"By George!' cried Westcott. "She's got
him. It's Hernia vantage and forty-love.
Oh, Reggie! A love game, by JIMMY Her
mia, you We won me a cool hundred
THE game was over and the players shook
hands before the net, Hernia laughing
gaily, Armistead's eyes full Of honest adora-
ton. They were handsome children, those
two.
Hernia climbed the steps slowly amid
the congratulations of the guests, and smiled
DIS CdlIlC Neilt W lllGGl llSl DIG
was rosy as a cherub, her bright hair tum-
bled beneath her crimson hair band.
"Very good Of you to come, Mr. Mark
ham, she said breathlessly. Il had my eye
in, and couldn't stop. | simply had to beat
Reggie, you know And, then as her re-
sponsibilities required to her, "You've met
everybody? Mrs. Renshaw, Miss Codding-
ton-Mr. Markham, the Hermit of 1himble
Island"
With laugh she led him away from the
Others and threw herself in lounge chair
and motioned him to seat nearby.
"You see,' she said gaily, "here | am
quite safe, and ready to mock at all serious
ness-the grasshopper entertaining the ant
Do you think you can stand SO much gaety
Mr.. Markham"
"Even an ant must have its moments of
frivolity."
"You frivolous!' she smiled.
give always wanted to be. It's one of
my secret longings l was born old. Show
me how to be young, and I'll give you any
thing | possess.
THAT'S tempting. l think I'll begin at
once
He laughed. AT WHAT"
She scrutnized him from top to toe. "Oh,
at your goggles.
"He fingered his glasses. "These?"
She nodded.
He took them off an. looked at them
amusedly.