Evening star., 1914-03-01

MEgNSS3 "We're taking Harrowby to the
les" said Miss AIeyrick "He confesses
he's never been. Won't you come aong2'
She was one of her gay selves tonight-whte, slim
laughing irresistible Nnot, looking at her, thought
that she could make Tarragona Island bearable.
He knew of no greater tribute to her charm
The girl and Harrowby led the way, and Alinot and
Paddock followed with Spencer Meyrick. The old man
was an imposing figure in his white serge, which accen
tuated the ordness of his face He talked OF an adj
misraton that did not please him. of railroad fallen
on evil days. Now and again he paused and seemed to
lose the thread of what he was saying, while his eyes
dwet on his daughter walking ahead
They arrived shortly at the San Marco Opera House,
devoted each evening three acts of "reined vaude
vile" and six of the film releases. 1t was here
that the rich lettering in San Marco found their only
theatrical amusement, and, forgetting Broadway,
laughed and thrilled with simpler folk large
crowd was fairly fighting to get in and Paddock, who
volunteered buy the tickets, forced to take his
place at the end of a long line
Finally they reached the dim interior of the Opera
House. and were shown to far down in front. By
hanging back in the dusk Ainot managed to secure the
end seat with Miss Meyrick at his side. Beyond her
sat Lord Harrowby gazing with rapt British
at the humorous film that being flashed on the screen.
Between pictures Harrowby offered an opinion. You
in America are jolly lot he said "Just fancy our
best people in England attending cinematograph ex
hibtion!"
They tried to fancy it. but with his Lordship there
they couldn't. Two more pictures ran their hmy
lengths, while Nnot sat entranced there in the half
dark 1t was not the pictures that entranced him.
Rather was it ladys nearness the flash of her smile,
the hundred and tones of her voce-all, all again
as it had been in that ridiculous automobie-just be-
fore the awakening.
After the third picture the lights of the auditorium
were turned up and the hour of vaudeville arrived.
Onto the stage stroed pert, confident youth garbed
in shabby grandeur who attempted sidewalk repartee
He clipped his ests from barbershop periodicals. bought
his songs from exbarroom song writer, and would
have gone the with anyone who denied that his
act was refined" Minot listening to his bes, thought
of the Paddock jest factory and Mrs Bruce
When the young man had wrung the last encore from
kindly audience the drop curtain raised, and
vealed on the stage in cleaning splendor Captain Pom
sonbys troupe of trained seals An intelligent aggrega
ton they proved balancing balls their small heads,
Juggling flaming torches, and taking as their just due
Jumps of sugar from the Captains hand as they fin
ished each feat The audience recalled them again and
again, and even the peerage was captivated.
."Clever beasts aren't they?" Lord Harrowby
marked And as Captain Ponsonby took his final curtain
hisLordship added @Erwhat follows the trained seas?
The answer to Harrowby's query almost i'm
mediately, and startling answer it proved to be-
INTO the glare of the footghts stepped Henry Trim
nler. His manner that of the conquer1ng hero.
For moment he stood smiling and bowling before the
approving multitude. Then he raised hand, COM
manding silence.
"Ny dear friends he said, II appreciate this recep-
ton As said in my handbill of this afternoon,
working in the interests of justice. The gentleman who
accompanies me to your delightfuttle city is beyond
anv question whatsoever George Harrowby, the eld-
est son of the Earl of Raybrook, and such he
titled to call himself Lord Harrowby. know the Amer
people well enough to feel that when they real
ze the facts they will demand that justice be done.
That is why have prevailed upon Lord Harrowby to
meet you here in this, your temple of amusement and
put his before you His Lordshp will talk to you
for tne with a II pett