Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-08-30

NNgSI Intuition enabled Lyq1a 10 interpret
ES5cN.M this utterance as the invocation to the lit
100 any of your tried but true Manhattanite.
The Alsata trudging sedately up
the bay from the Narrows, Quarantine ten minutes
astern New York looming over the port bow through
a tenderly irisated haze in whose illusion its quaint
outrageous dignity of curtains, scaTps, and counter
scarps urrets towers and crenelated parapets, lost
all semblance of stability and became as but fairy
pageant of nacreous cliffs ashmmer in the slantng
sunlight blue gulies spacing then,a city OF mother
opear suspended between the blue of hazeveied sky
and the blue of continent waters.
arthur Rackham must have colored it., Lydia
unused aloud.
aWait-this is only the overture-wait till you
it as mean to show it to you,bridepaths IN Central
Park of sunny morning, Broadway at night with
full head of steam on, South street with the old
sailing ships asleep in the and their fore feet up
the sidewalk, Fifth at evening lights like big
pearls popping through the purple dusk osten=
tatiousy drawing handkerchief from his cuff, Peter
mopped his brows BEG pardon. Being poetlcal I'm
der forced draft is bit exhausting."
@Your prose isn't anything to boast of. Henry James
at his most arrogant was never more unintelglble.
ooh, you'll wise up to it quick enough. Butnind
there be nothing doing in the poetry line after we're
married. know my limitations, and couldn't stand
the pace
Here apologize steward caught Peters eye. BEG
pardon Mr.. Trait, but you're wanted-n the dining
saloon to acknowledge your declaration. =. Fl.
Thanks said Peter sukily. 4 presume it's got to
be tended to. You too Miss Craven"
3But I've already made my acknowledgment, Mr..
Trait I'm sorry!' .*''
Il wish l could believe you were!' said Peter vim
dictively, and went way without her.
He would have been less downcast could he have
guessed how soon the girl miss him. Alone and
without distraction imagination was hagridden by the
of that wretched puzzle box 1t still safe in
her possession-that the worst of it, Nevertheless
she had yet said nothing to Craven about the attack
in the fog fearing lest he might insist resung charge
of the puzzle box and So perhaps, put himself in the
way Of perils vital even than that which had
befallen her. And her father all she had!
X7HEN they were free to stream down the gangway
- to the pier Craven, consignng Lydia to the care
of Peter Trait rushed off to commander the first avail
able customs inspectors for himself and Mrs Merrlees
So that it was Peter who piloted Lydia to Section,
hunted up her trunk and took her place in the rank at
the chief inspectors DESK with the result that the lug
gage of IL. Carteret, Spinster, was quickly passed,
and Peter reluctantly leaving her to pass his own i'm
pedimenta she at liberty to garner what diversion
she might from the trials of others.
In that section her father dutifuly but perspr
ingly displaying in detail the contents of steamer
trunk wardrobe trunk kit bag, two gladstone bags,
a hat box shoe trunk, caddy bag, and hold-all,
in optimistic endeavor persuade his particular in
spector that he hadn't perjured himself in his sworn
declaration
Noticing Lydia's indignant interest," Craven paused
only long enough to lift furtive eyebrow and draw
down the of his mouth thus signifying con-
victon that his troubles wholly due to the per-
nicious interference of his political antagonists
predicted.
She returned the least of mods, indicating that the
puzzle box safe-as it was, in her suede handbag
which, dangling from her wrist by its leather strap had
quite escaped the attention of the inspector
Then, remembering Cravens hint that it would be
well not attract much attention to their rela
onshp until clear of the CUSTOMS the girl turned away
to kill time until her father should be free
Over the way, in Section B, Lydia found Mrs Beg
garsta surrounded by array of luggage to do credit