Evening star., 1914-04-12

Crawford smiled. Readily enough he could conjure
up the picture of Kllgrew, Short thick set, energetic,
raging back and forth in the lobby offering to buy
taxicabs outright, the hotel, and finally the city of
London itself, typically money-mad American that he
was. Crawford wantedso laugh; but he compromised
by saying:
must be very careful of that hair of his he hasn't
much left
and he pulls out good deal of it on my account.
Poor Dadl Why in the world should marry a title?"
Why, indeed?7
Mrs Crawford was beautiful tonight. There wasn't
a beauty at the opera to compare with her Royalties
are frumps, aren't they? And the ruby! l don't see
how she dares it.
Il am not particularly fond of it; but it's a fad of
hers She likes to it on state occasions. have
often wondered if is really the Mana Sahibs ruby
her uncle claimed Driver the Savoy, and remember
it carefully-the Savoy!7
"Yes, Sir; understand, Sir. But we'll all be some
time, Sir. Collision forward is what holds us, Sir
ALONE again, Kitty Kligrew leaned back, thinking
of the man who had just eft her, and of his beau
tifu wife. If only she might some day have romance
like theirs Presently she peere1 out OF the OFT window
brood of 4Siegfried dragons prowed about, going
forward little swervins, pauslng lurld eyes
and threatening growls.
Once upon time in her pigtail days, when her
father was going to be rich and was only halfway be-
tween the beginning and the end of his ambition, Kitty
had gone to tent circus Among the other things she
had looked wonderingly into the dim, blurry glass tank
of the human fish, who at that time busy selling
photographs of himself Tonight, in searching for COM
parsos, this old, forgotten picture recurred to her
mind; blithely memory brought it forth and threw it
upon the screen All London had become glass tank,
fe1 with human poll1wo2s
She did not want to marry title; she did not want
marry money; she did not want to marry at all.
Poor kindly Dad, who believed that she could be made
happy only by marrying title! As if she not as
happy now as she destined to bel
VOICES! Two men were speaking the curb
door, She turned her head involuntarly in this
direction. There lights in the frontage before
which stood her cab, which intervened between the
Broken haze in the street, throwing of Stygan
shadow against the fog with right and left angles of
aureola. She could distinguish no shapes.
Cheer up, old top! You're in hard luck.
I'm bally ASST
NO. no; only ripping good SPORT game all the way
through
Oddly enough, Kitty sensed the irony She wondered
if the speakers companion did.
well, wager's wager
And you're the last chap to welsh square bet.
What's the odds? My word! l didn't urge you to
change the stakes
Didn't you?"
The voice was young and pleasant, and Kitty was
sure that the owners face pleasant his
voice. What had he wagered and lost?
If you're really hard pressed
Hard pressed Man, I've nothing in Gods world
but two guineas SIX.
"Oh, | say nowi7
Its the truth
If fver will help you"
Thanks. A wager's wager. I've lost. l
bally fool to play cards. Deserved what got. Six
months that's the agreement madman's wager;
but I'll stick"
six months-twelve o'clock, midnight November
thirteenth It's the date old boy that what hoodooed
you, as the Americans say
Kitty wasn't that the speaker English If
he was, he had lost the nsular significance of his vowes
STILL was, its way, pleasant voice the Others
There was no doubt about the younger he