Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-07-13

cred hopes and longings of weeks flaming last in
volt To be always the bid and call of another while
life slipped past-never to know free hour when youth
calling, in all its glory and splendor.
why, I'm nothing, nothing more than slave, day
own life! I'm tired tired of draping wax figures with
Honiton lace berhas for other to wear, and
then coming home and hearing about her key. can't
stand another hour! I'm tired, tired If it wasn't for
him! But he must care-he must'
She sought telephone booth, and felt her heart
wing like homing bird at the tender note in the voice
that responded
"How soon can you get here? Don't waste any time
1t shall be little party" the tones, softly
caressing.
RUr the best of plans miscarry. Even Miss Siden
- burg assuming the black crepe de chine that
the you could easily mistake for Mrs.
Fell-Wrexel's, from which she had copied it
Armitage earnestly planning the menu with JAG
ques, the names of three college chums were brought
him. They couldn't pass through town without looking
him up And by all the mps of mSchance, Farr1ngtons
wife along!
"Make it for six, Jacques ordered Armitage reuc
family. add chartreuse and frappe and serve IN
the Palm Above"
He descended to his guests The joyful party Of
four fell upon him with cries of delight Where had he
been? What luck to find him in Armitage received them
with charming cordalty nwardly torn with apprehen
sions She was ate So far good That must mean she
changing from the gbby little black serge he had
black CREPE de ehime He defed even harrington wife
to find flaw in that crepe de chine Yet what h-hs
heart almost failed him, as he glanced at Farringtons
voice. What if she should detect flaw invisible
to him? He shuddered now to recall Sidonie's occa-
slonal lapses OF grammar Plquant enough when they
last night apt she was, she had made innocent
trip-up on forks. What if she made the same
even more fragrant breach today? Again he chilled with
apprehension. What if after all he had been wholly
mistaken Would it not be better wiser, to send her
word not to come, to make some kind Of excuse? If
only there was time. What II he
THEN he heaved deep sigh Of relief for Miss Siden
burg had entered, in all the glory of the black crepe
de chine and the hat with the black feather caeyed
and serene beneath Natures highest credential,
beauty that glowed softly the jasmine flower
in the front Of the crepe de chine
Armitage studying the first wOmans face the fearful
mariner the sky. Miss Sidenburg-Mr. harrington,
Mr.. Breckenridge, Mr.. Romano"
"Why haven't | met you before, Miss Sldenburg?"
inquired Mrs harrington with trace OF her lorgnette
voice.
aBruce YOU were ALWAYS selfish" protested Brecker
ridge grasping Miss Sidenburgs hand.
Bruce tells me you are spending the % her here
How long you going to stay?"
a can't exactly say replied Miss Sdenburg @Until
aMss Sidenburg as l told you is an artist
planned her host manfuy "She will be closing her studio
in June"
IAN artist how lovely!' cried Mrs. harrington
eagerly To the true lion hunter even very small
loness is not to be disdained. when | come again
should SO love to see your studio What particular
branch?"
Miss Sldenburg glanced with swift inquiry toward
her host.
Figure work" he replied stoutly for her.
"Black and white? How lovely! I've cousin who
does charming things in black and white That's all the
rage now, isn't it?"
ats all the go in Paris confirmed Miss Sidenburg
with strange quetness. "But work in colors too
with quick, sharp glance at Arnitage.
ooh, we must see them!" cried Mrs. Farrington
keenly aroused 3My artist teas great success
last season. Perhaps when at Easter
Dick, Miss Sidenburg will invite to her studio"
Il always have a special display at Easter said
Sidonie; "but you don't need invitation. You
see them any day." she added.
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