Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-03-08

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working for it. l shouldn't be surprised
if you were on that train last Monday
lust to make sure that-I'd-get here
safely"
Really, it was inhuman! Did she realize
how inhuman it was? One glance at Minot
might have told her. But she was still look
ing ss sway : want to thank YOU, Mr.. Minot.
she went on. II shall always remember your
kindness I couldn't understand at first;
but now-I wonder9 You know, it's an old
theory that as soon as one has ones own
affair of the heart arranged one begins to
plan for Others
Minot made little whistling sound
through his clenched teeth. The girl stood
aYour thoughtfulness has made me very
happy" she laughed. at shows that per-
haps you care for me-just a little
too"
She was gone! Minot sat swearing softly
to himself, banging the arm of his chair with
his fist He ragged at Thacker, Jephson, the
solar system. Gradually his anger cooled.
Underneath the raillery in Cynthia Mey
ricks tone he had thought he detected
something of serious tone-as though she
was a little wistful-a little. hurt.
Did she care? Bitter-sweet thought In
the midst of all this farce and melodrama
had she come to care-Just little
lust little! Bah!
Minot rose and went out on the avenue.
DRINCE NAVIN BEY IMNO was ac-
customed to give lectures twice daily on
the textures of his precious rugs at his shop
in the Alameda courtyard. His afternoon
lecture was lust finished as Minot stepped
into the shop. A dozen awed housewives
from the Middle West were hurrying away
to write home on the hotel stationery that
they had met Prince. When the last one
had gone out Minot stepped forward.
@Prince-Tve dropped in to warn you. A
very angry woman will be here shortly to
see you"
The handsome young Persian shrugged
his shoulders, and took off the jacket of the
native uniform with which he embellished
his talks @Why is she angry? All my rugs
they are what l say they are. In this
town are many liars selling oriental rugs.
Oriental! Ugh! In New Jersey they were
made. But not my rugs. See! Only IN my
native country, where l was Prince of
the"
Eyes, yes. But this lady is not coming
about rugs. refer to your ex-wife."
4Ah! You are mistaken. have never
married"
@Oh, yes, you have. l know all about it.
mere ) no uccu W uC. llC WlOiC SIOl ID
out, and the lady's game in San Marco is
queered. She thinks you told. That's why
she'll be here for chat"
3But l did not tell. Only this morning
did see her first. l could not tell-so soon.
Who could tell-so soon?"
Il know you didn't tell. But can you
prove it to an agitated lacy? No. You'd
better close up for the evening"
@Ah, yes-you are right. l am innocent;
but what does Gabrielle care for innocence?
We are no longer married-still, l should
not want to meet her now. will close. But
first-my friend-my benefactor-could l
interest you in this rug3 See! Only in my
native country, where
Prince said Minot, Il couldn't use
rug if you gave me one
THAT is exactly what l would do. You
are my friend. You serve me. l give you
this. Fifty dollars. That is giving it to
you. Note the weave. Only in my
Goodnight interrupted Minot. @And
take my advice. Hurry!'
Gloomy, discouraged, he turned back
toward his own hotel. 1t was true, Gabrielle
Roses husband at the time of the letters
was in San Marco. The emissary of Jeph-
son was serving cause that could not lose.
FL L. I.