Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-09-20


by chance. Perhaps You would
There few Words and the dublousness
on her part gave way before the marked respect on his
Very we'll, for a moment. Do you tango?
They stepped into the ring. He touched her lightly
Not WE'LL" he answered, his heart beating like a
bows. Il do the fish walk better-aso the maxine.
oh the naxixe-let it be that" she murmured
Hear They playing it.
Then it began, that most gaily hodenish of dances,
in which the most cumbersome acquire touches of the
willows grace.
Winter has gone" the song of Summers heart.
"Af this is summer
They rested moment after the last, lush strain
Il must go directly" she said and smiled on him.
"Ths is adventure. 1t is very wrong OF me- OF
course; but l am enjoying it."
Its right" Summer insisted @There'S too much
form in life More people ought to get humanity to-
gether. III tell you who am. You can verify me
afterward.'
She listened languidly and with smiling interest
he told her all about himself; that is, such items
would go into his obituary. She not SO candid.
Quite right, thought Summer. "That's her eldss-
and like it
But this much he did learn. She Countess
and stopping at the St. Regis. She was soon going
back to Paris. When he wondered if they'd ever
meet again she laughed like child as she replied:
Il might be very daring once more. l will come
again here Monday with my friends. You be here,
and Il introduce you. Then once more will dance
They had begun the adele waltz. Its rapturous
and needles into his feet.
lust that-before YOU go?' he pleaded "Ah,
Countess this is the romantic thing that has ever
in all my life happened to mel Dance once more! That
music pulls in. Please GOMEZ
She went. murrnuring, "They will come searching
for me-perlaps send up the chauffeur"
OFF they melted again in the pulsing, apricot light,
among the scents of July woods, to the fountains
ripple and the birds calls, and to that swooning hest
tatins cadence that lovers appeal @Adee-Adee-
hitting poor ortals escape from sordd life There
was no sorrow-as one danced! No forty-four years
and slushy February, middle-aged birthdays one
danced! Only youth. Only summer! Only-romance!
1t was over. The Countess gave him her hand. 1t
was cool. soft and exquisitey limp.
Until Monday" he heard her say, and before he
dare ask to accompany her to the motor she looked
into the crowd gave little cry of ALARM and said,
"Mv brother-in-law-he comes! Al reToir|
~ fingered only little While. He sat in muteness
drinking the goblet of enhancing music, watched
the cavalcade of swaying running FORMS and then,
filled with the glamour of it, warm and happy, he went
again into the storm.
He was due at an informal dinner at the Went
uorts As he dressed for it he whistled or huInmed
the adele" waltz Next Monday! She had said
she would meet him. dance with him then-his Coun-
TESS Would sheo Perhaps not. Yeti would be
hope to make the week rosy, to speculate upon, to
wait for.
"Adee-Adee-.ideIe!" The tune went with him
UP the steps of the Wentworths house, and with it
the charming stranger eyes.
"A dark-eved ess-ronlance-sunmertime,
he thinking he pressed the button and his soul
went on humming "Adele-Adele- 4dele!"
1t was hurnrng when the French maid opened
the door-and-he faced the Countess. They gaped
Summer went purple, red, and then took on spots
The girl shut the door, She shook alarmngly, as if
under the twists of electric battery and became
as white as her cap and apron.
~Jminy,7 said Summer. His caste worship, t, rned
into disgust. was rakng him.