Evening star., 1913-11-23

if he'd through train wreck with his cigare
still lighted. You ought to tip Veronica to chop
lines and work the spell with her eyes
"Pooh" says Sadie. "Monty never had a chan
anyway. You can't expect brilliant girl like Veron
to be satisfied with husband who's at his best OF
when he's knocking goal or leading hunt, if
is big and handsome"
But with this as clue figured out how two or th
of the other candidates to sidestep abru
The average Johnny is all right long the debate
confined to gossipy bits about the latest Reno recr
who's to be asked to Mrs. Stuyve Fish's next dim
dance but cut loose anything serious and you hi
him grabbin' for the lifeline.
THERE two, though, that through to
finals, as you might say One this Germ
guy, Baron Dusseldorf and the other young B
erey Duer, whose fad is takin' movin pictures of W
animals in their native junges and givin private mo
shows In the Plaza ballroom Some strong on the W
conversation himself, Beverley is. He paints a
plays the cello pretty fair has collection of ivory
ms, and has travelled all over the lot You can't Fl
him with the snappy repartee, either; for that's
speciality.
As for the Baron, his long suit listenin He wa
bear for it. He'd sit there big and ornamental, W
his light blue eyes glued Veronica, takin it all in
fast as she could feed it to him, and looSin almost
teigent. Course, when he did try a comeback in FL
lsh he chopped his words up comic; but he could spe
four other languages, and Veronica seemed plea:
enough to find she could practise her Frer
and German
For awhile there I'd have picked either of the two
a winner; only couldn't just make up my mind
which would get the decision But somehow the
affair don't seem to progress the way it should,
Each appeared to get about SO far, and
then stick. They both seemed anxious enough
too; but just would take an extra squirt
Veronica would somehow cool him down. She
didn't seem to be playn one against the other,
either. Looked like careless work to me. Sadie
gets almost peeved with her.
THEN one night at our house lot of the
mystery was cleared up by some friendly
ioshin across the dinner table. We had all the
Adamses there that evenn Pa Adams, a tall,
digni6ed, white -whiskered old SPORT who looked
like he might have been quite a gay boy in his
day; Mother, CHEEKY, twinklin' eyed, rather
chubby old girl; and Veronica, all in white
satin and dazzln to look at Also Sadie had
asked in Miss Prescott, an old maid neighbor
Of ours, who's rich it hurts, but who's
plain and simple as they come She's fruit
preservin' specialist, and every fall her and
Sadie gets real chummy swappin cannin'
receipts.
About five P. NJ, though, Miss Prescott
phones over her regrets, sayn how her nephew
had arrived unexpected; of course she gets
the word to bring Dudley Byron along with
her. Emerson, his last is, and while l
hadn't seen much of him lately we'd been more
or less friendly when he was takn special post
graduate work at some agricultural college and
was around home durin vacations. An odd
quiet chap, Dudley Byron. who never figured
much anywhere,-one of the kind you can fill
in with reckless and depend on not to make !.
break or get in the way. He's slim, sharp
faced young gent, with pale hair plastered
nd ewes hats
of wander around ainess.
1t might have been kind of dull if it hadn't
been for the Adamses; but Veronica and her
Pa are lively enough to wake up any crowd.
They're centrally jollyin' each other about
something. This time what started it was