Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-06-17

able to resist turning the general in.o
the particular and personal. Mr.: FOL
lock. according to masculine usage
from time lmmemorial. stood in 1ron5
of the CRATE, although no fire burned
there. He was ford. portiy per
sonage, with an expanse OF head ina.
caught the morning sun almost as
brightly as did the pincenez tilted
forward on his somewhat wellingtonian
nose This nose and his upward mus
tache gave MIR. Pollock an air as OF
retired mabr, fact of which ne was
pleasurably aware. He was booming
forth remarks like machine gun from
behind the shelter of the Times, and
Miss Myrtle. who was wrestling with
the complications of purl and plain on
the sofa, allowed nervous shudder TO
run through her frame at each ex-
plosion.
If there be any truth in the theory
that opposites make a good pair, the
fates should certainly have joined Miss
Myrtle and Mr.. Pollock in closer union.
For she was small, thin and deSiccated-
looking, with gray hair, which still re-
tanned an underglow of its original
sandy hue, hue now to be more clear
ly seen in her complexion and eye
lashes. She was attired, over her
sandy-colored cashmere dress, in one of
those peculiarly repellant garments
falsely known as a fascinator. For
she was nursing grievance at having
come over" chilly the evening before,
in spite of the glory of the morning.
"Ha" doomed Mr.. Pollock, with sat-
isfaction. over his Times Those
beastly Germans are beginning to get
what they deserve at last. Those. who
don't get killed in the war ought to
be chloroformed off the face of the
earth, by CAD they ought"
Miss Myrtle, who prided herself on
having a true lady's consideration for
the feelings of others, cast deprecat-
e1a
of the room, Fraulein Schroeder whose
face, however, above her Daily Mirror.
remained quite unperturbed. No one
had ever seen her out of temper; she
seemed to have all the placid good
nature and quietude of spirit of the
best of her race. Her small, kindly
brown eyes beamed up now through
her spectacles, and in response to Miss
member our friend the enemy she
only remarked mildly:
But you forget, both of You, have
been naturalized for twenty years.
an affection of the soul. which out
weighs even the ties of blood"
Very right sentiments. madam" de-
clared Mr.. Pollock, land l beg to state.
Miss Myrtle, that I consider myself at
liberty to make whatever remarks l
like in an English boarding house."
Miss Myrtle. raising her sandy POM
padour, dropped purl-or plain-and
protested anew: MIR. POLLOCK, please.
Not boarding house. A private hotel"
IT am plain Englishman." answered
Mr.. Pollock. land I call a spade a
spade"
Indeed. yes" retorted Miss Myrtle.
on a feline flash, land table napkin
serviette!" She allowed a larger
shiver than usual to course through her
person.
Cold, madam? Feel a drausht. ma
DAM" asked Mr.. Pollock, cycling the
fascinator with disfavor.
Thank you. not more than usual. since
7 came over with my chill yesterday
evening. I must say turning SO that she
directed her conversation toward Fraulein
Schroeder. that / felt distinctly hurt that
Mrs. Sanderson should have refused my
request for fire here last night. / was
SO cold by the time l went up to bed that
l could not get warm all night in spite Of
my bed socks. Besides, my bedroom is by
the bathroom and I declare the damp
came right through into me-
Beautiful day." said Mr.. Pollock has
tily. soon put you right" He was ma
neuvering to try and get the French
windows open, there having already
been unpleasantneSs on the subject be-
tween him and Miss Myrtle.
IF only one could have fire in the