Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-02-15


sort of bomb?
Well, he had given his word. There was
no way out-he must protect old Jephson 5
interests. But might he not win the enemy
success? He stared off in the direction
the advertising wizard had gone.
Trimmer, old boy he muttered, heres
to your pitching arm
CHAPTER v. Trimmer Throws His Bomb
MISS CYNTHIA A1EYRICk was good
many girls in one; SO many, indeed,
that it might truthfullv be added that, while
most people are never so much alone as when
in a crowd, Miss Mevrick was never 50
much in a crowd as when alone. Most OF
these girls were admirable, a few were more
mischievous than admirable; but rely upon
it that every single one OF them was nice.
1t happened to be as a very serious
minded girl that Miss Aleyrick opened her
eyes on Tuesday morning. She lay for a
long time watching the Florida sunshine,
spoken Of SO tenderly in the railroads come
bed. Today the Lileth was to steam into
San Marco Harbor. Today her bridegroom
was to smile his slow British smile on her
once more. She recalled these facts without
the Semblance of a thrill.
Where, She wondered, was the thrill? The
frivolous girl who had met Lord Harrowby
abroad, and dazzled BY dreams of social
triumphs to come, had allowed her aunt to
urge her into this betrothal, was not present
at the moment. Had she been, she would
have declared this Cynthia AIeyrick silly,
and laughed her into gaiety again.
Into the room toddled the aunt who had
stood SO faithfully on the coaching line
abroad. With heavy wit she spoke OF the
coming of Lord Harrowby. Cynthia did not
smile. She turned grave eyes on her aunt.
the thing to DO, after ALL Shall be SO very
happy >.. 49,, - : H.,
dred engaged girls have doubts. It's nat
ural.a Aunt Mary sat down on the bed,
which groaned in agony. "Of course you'll
be happy. You'll take precedence over
Marion Bishop-didn't we look that up
And after the airs she's put on when she's
come back to Detroit -well, YOU ought to
be the happiest OF girls
Il know; but Miss Meyrick con
tinued to gaze solemnly at her aunt. She
was accustomed to the apparition. To any
one who knew Aunt Mary only in her public
appearances, a view of her now would have
been startling. Not to go too deeply into
the matter, she had not yet been poured into
UEe SlcCl SlIQeTS THAT tlclGl1llllCtl IleI puDlC
form. Her washed-out eyes were puffy, and
her gray hair WAS not 50 luxurious as it would
be when she appeared in the hotel dining
room for lunch. There she sat, fat little
lump of a woman who had all her life chased
will-o' the-wisps.
But WHAT she demanded firmly.
at seems as if all my fun was over.
Didn't you feel that way when you became
engaged
Hardly. But them hadn't enjoyed
everything money will buy, as you have.
I've always said you had too much. There,
Dear-cheer up. You don't seem to realize.
Why, | can remember when you We're born
in the fiat down on Second-st.- and Your
father wearing his old overcoat another year
to pay the doctors bill. And now that little
fluffy baby is to marry into the Peerage
Bless you, how proud your mother would be
had she lived
Are you sure, Aunt Maryo'
"Positivel- Aunt Nlary's eyes filled. and
with show Of real if clumsy affection she