Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-11
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was off riding with him and another chap:
off to Fassifern, | believe
"For luncheon They do it three or four
times week Not for me! | like walters
with shirtfronts and nickel tags.
Alone with me in the casino halt an hour
later, he announced that it really looked
serious, this affair between Aline and his
Lordship.
tried to appear Indifferent a rather pale
effort fear.
Il think l am in on the secret, Jappy,
said soberly.
He stared. "Has she ever said anything
to you, old chap, that would lead you to be-
lieve she's keen about himo"
temporized. "Shes keen about some
body, my son; that's as far as | will go.
"Then it must be Amberdale. I'm onto
her all right, all right! | know women.
She's in love, hang it all! If you know
thing about em, you can spot the symptoms
without the x ray. I've been hoping against
hope, old man. don't want her to marry
again. She's had all the hell she's entitled
to. What's the matter with women, any
how? They no sooner get out of one muddle
than they begin looking around for another.
Can't be satisfied with good luck
But everyone speaks very highly OF Lord
Amberdale. I'm sure she can't be making
mistake in marrying him.
Il wish She pick out a good, steady, SIM
pliied American, just as an experiment.
We're not SO darned bad, you know. Women
can do worse than to marry Americans"
at is matter of opinion, | fancy. At
any rate, we can't go about picking out hus
bands for people who have minds of their
own"
well, someone in our family picked out
lemon for Aline the first time, let me tell
YOU that" said he scowling
"And she's doing the picking for herself
this time, l gather
Il suppose So, said he gloomily.
7 HAVE visited the popular and almost his
toric Fassifern farm great many times
in my short career, but for the life of me |
cannot understand what attraction it pos
sesses that could induce people to 60 there
for luncheon, and then spend whole after
noon lolling about the place. But that
seems to have been precisely what the
Countess and his Lordship did on the day
of my arrival at the Homestead. The "other
chap Shelley, came riding home alone at
three o'clock She did not return until
nearly six. By that time | was in state of
suppressed fury that almost drove me to the
railway station with single and you might
say childish object in view.
| had a pleasant visit with Mrs. Titus
| had luncheon with her. Mr.. Titus, it APP
peared, never ate luncheon. He had
dread of typhoid, | believe, and as he already
possessed govt and insomnia and an inter
mittent tendency to pain in his abdomen,
and couldn't drink anything alcoholic or eat
anything starchy, found myself wondering
what he really did for living.
~Aline will be glad to see you again, Mr.
Smart, said Mrs. Titus amiably. "She was
speaking of you only day or two ago
"Was she?' | inquired, with sudden in
terest.
yes. She was wondering why you had
never thought of marrying
| closed my eyes for second, and the
piece of bread finally found the right chan
mel. "And what did you say to that |
asked quietly.
She was disconnected. Il? Oh, think
said you didn't approve Of marrying except
for love, Mr. Smart
"Um!' said l. "Love on both sides is the
better way to put it.
Am to infer that you may have expert
enced one-sided leaning toward matri-
mony?'
so far as l know, have been singularly
unsupported, Mrs. Titus
"YOu really ought to marry.