New-York tribune., 1914-03-29
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOX NhkSH %'' i'i'
GORGE HARROWBY arranged to keep

~ the crew Wall had engaged, IN order 70
get the Lady Evelyn back TO New York. IL
was thought best for the owner to stay
aboard until Wall had gathered his property
and departed; 50 Allan Harrowby and
Minot alone returned to San Marco. AS
thew crossed the plaza Allen said:
"By Cad! Everything looks lovely now.
Jenkins out Of the way, good Old George
Sidcstcpping the title, the policy safe IN my
pocket-not thing in the way! :.
ats almost too good TO be true, replied
Minot. with very mirthcss smile.
at must be a great relief to you, old boy.
You have worked hard. Must feel perfectly
iolly over all this. :,
aMe,7 said Mnot 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
THE Duchess Of Lismore elected to give
1 her dinner and dance in Miss Meyrick
honor as near TO the bright Florida stars as
she could. On the top floor OF the DE Ia FAX
was private dining room, only. partly IN
closed. with picturesque view OF tne pam
dotted courtyard below. Adjacent 10 thlS
was a sunroom with removable glass rooi'
and this the Duchess had ordered trans
formed into ballroom. There in the open
the newest society dances should rise 70
offend the soft Southern sky.
Being a good general, the hostess was
early on the scene marshallng her forces
TO her there came Cynthia Meyrick, radiant
and lovely and wide-eyed on the eve OF her
GLOW sweet you look, Cynthia!' said the
Duchess graciously. "But, then, you long
ago solved the problem OF what becomes
YOU. r-,:,
al have to look as sweet as | can, repiied1
the girl YEARLY. "Al the rest OF my lie /
shall have to try and live up to the NOBILITY.
She sighed.
@To think remarked the Duchess, busy
over Great bowl of flowers, shat tomorrow
night this time little Cynthia will be Lazy
Harrowby! ! suppose you'll go to KaKe-
dale Hall for part OF the year at least;
a too have had my Rakedale Hall. For
NAL. CYNTHIA dear. formal Nothing but
sillv 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 state where Ia
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 peerage,7 Cynthia said.
@My dear replied the Duchess, i've
nearly died at times. | never was exactly
what you'd call a patriot; but often I've
walked in the night and thought Of Detroit.
My little car rattling over the cobblestones
"a new gown tried on at Madame Har-
bicr's-a matinGe-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, Dear
"He married Elsie Perkins.
"Ah-I know-and they live near our old
house-have a 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 Americca!
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