Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-03-29
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR MARCH 20. 1914


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~ the crew Wall had engaged, in order to
get the Lady Evelyn back to New York. 1t
was thought best for the owner to stay
aboard until Wall had gathered his property
and departed; so Allan Harrowby and
Minot alone returned to San Marco. As
they crossed the plaza Allen said:
@By Cad! Everything looks lovely now.
Jenkins out of the way, good old George
sidestepping the title, the policy safe in my
pocket-not a thing in the way!"
4It's almost too good to be true" replied
Minot, with very mirthless smile.
at must be great relief to you, old boy.
You have worked hard. Must feel perfectly
Jolly over all this.
aMe?" said Minot. ooh, can hardly
contain myself for joy. feel like twining
orange blossoms in my hair"
He walked on, kicking the gravel savagely
at each step. Not thing in the way now!
Not single, solitary. hopeful, little thing!
CHAPTER XIX. Minot Goes Through Fire
THE Duchess of Lismore elected to give
l her dinner and dance in Miss Meyrick's
honor as near to the bright Florida stars as
she could. On the top floor of the De La Pax
was private dining room, only partly in
closed, with picturesque view of the palm
dotted courtyard below. Adjacent to this
was sunroom with a removable glass roof,
and this the Duchess had ordered trans
formed into ballroom. There in the open
the newest society dances should rise to
offend the soft Southern sky.
Being a good general, the hostess was
early on the scene, marshaling her forces.
To her there came Cynthia Meyrick, radiant
and lovely and wide-eyed on the eve of her
wedding.
3How sweet you look, Cynthia!" said the
Duchess graciously. aBut, then, you long
ago solved the problem of what becomes
you."
a have to look as sweet as can, replied
the girl YEARLY. 3All the rest of my Life
shall have to try and live up to the nobility"
She sighed.
ITO think" remarked the Duchess, busy
night this time little Cynthia will be Lady
Harrowby! l suppose you'll go to Rake
dale Hall for part Of the year at least9"
Il suppose So"
II too have had my Rakedale Hall. For
nal, Cynthia dear, formal! Nothing but
silly little hunts, silly little shoots-Ameri-
can men would die there. As for American
women Nothing ever happens-the
hedges bloom in neat little rows-the
trees blossom they're bare again-Cynthia,
sometimes I've been in a state where I'd
give ten years of my life just to hear the
rattle of an elevated train!"
She stood looking down at the girl. an all
too evident pity in her eyes.
at isn't all it might be, fancy-marry-
ing into the pe,,rage," Cynthia said.
any DEAR" piled the Duchess, Owe
nearly died at times. 1 never was exactly
what you'd call patriot; but often I've
walked in the night and thought of Detroit.
My little car rattrng over the cobblestones
"a new gown tried on at Madame Har-
bier's-a matinee-and chocolate after
ward at that little place-you remember it,
And our house on Woodward-ave.-the
good times there. On the veranda in the
evening, and Jack Little just back from col
lege in the East running across the lawns to
see me What became of Jack, Deare'
"He married Elsie Perkins
"Ah-I know-and they live near our old
house-have box when the opera comes
entertain the Yale Glee Club every Christ
mas Oh, Cynthia, maybe it's crude,
maybe it's middle class in English eyes, but
it's home! When you introduced that
brother of Lord Harrowby's this afternoon,
that big, splendid chap who said America
looked better than title to him, could
have thrown my arms about his neck and