Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-09-20

summer made hopeful by the smile Il came IN To-Day
by chance. Perhaps YOU would
There were a few words, and the dubiousness
her part gave way before the marked respect on his
very well, for moment. Do you tango?"
They stepped into the ring He touched her lightly
Not so we'll, he answered, his heart beating like
boys. Il do the fish walk better-also the make"
"Oh, the maxixe-et it be that she murmured.
Hear They playing it
Then it began, that most gaiy hoidensh of dances,
in which the most cumbersome acquire touches of the
willows grace.
winter has gone, was the song of Summer s heart.
"Ah this is SUMNER
They rested moment after the last, lush strain.
a go directly she said, and smiled on him.
"Ths is adventure 1t is very wrong of me, OF
course; but l enjoying it,
Its right Summer insisted. "Theres too much
form in life More people ought to get humanity to-
gether. I'll tell you who am You can verify me
afterward'
She listened langudly and with smiling interest
he told her all about himself; that is, such items
would go into his obituary. She not 50 candid.
Quite right, thought Summer. That's her cldss-
and like it,
But this much he did learn. She Countess
and stopping at the St. Regis. She was soon going
back to Paris When he wondered if they'd
meet again she laughed like child as she replied:
4 might be very daring once more. | will come
again here Monday with my friends. You be here,
and I'll introduce you. Then more will dance
They had begun the Adele waltz. Its rapturous
and needles into his feet.
Just that-before YOU go?' he pleaded "Ah,
Countess this is the romantic thing that has
in all my life happened to mel Dance more! That
music pulls us in Please GOMEZ
She went mur1nurng, "They will come searching
for me-perlaps send up the chauffeur"
OFF they melted again in the pusing, apricot light,
among the scents of July woods, to the fountains
ripple and the birds calls, and to that swooning hest
tating cadence, that lovers appeal Adee-Adee-
hitting poor mortas escape from sordid life There
was sorrow-as danced! No forty-four years
and slushy, February nddle-aged birthdays-as one
danced! Only youth! Only summer! Only-romance!
1t was over. The Countess gave him her hand 1t
cool, soft, and exquisitely limp
Until Monday" he heard her say, and before he
dare ask accompany her to the motor she looked
into the crowd, gave little cry of ALARM and said,
"My brother-in-aw-he comes! An reTon|
CHE had vanished in the swaying mass. Summer
" fingered only little while He sat in muteness
drinking the goblet of enhancing music watched
the cavacade of swaying, running forms, and then,
filled with the glamour Of it, and happy, he went
again into the
He was due at an informal dinner at the Went
worths. As he dressed for it he whistled hunmed
the adele" waltz. Next Nonday She had said
she would meet him. dance with him then-his Coun-
tess. Would she? Perhaps not. Yeti would be
hope to make the week rosy, to speculate upon, to
wait for.
"Adele-Adele-4dele! The tune went with him
UP the steps of the Wentworths' house. and with it
the charming strangers eyes.
"A dark-eyed Countess summertime,
he thinking he pressed the button, and his soul
went on lu1nning, "Adele-Adele- Adele!"
1t was hurnning when the new French maid opened
the door-and-he faced the Countess. They gaped.
Summer purple red, and then took spots.
The girl shut the door. She shook alarmingly, as if
under the twists of an electric battery, and became
as white as her cap and apron.
Jimmy" said Summer. His caste worship, t, rned
into disgust, raking him.