Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-05-12
Inside the
Lines
By EARL DERR BIGGERS
AND
ROBERT WELLS RICHIE
Copyright. 1915, by the Bobbs-Msr-
rill Co.
CHAPTER XII.
Her Country's Example.
Copyright. 1915, by the Bobbs-M sr-
rill Co

liz die with envy when she sees
me in this!"
The plump little mistress Of Govern
ment House, standing before tul
length mirror In her boudoir, surveyed
herself with intense satisfaction. Her
arms and neck burst startlingly from
the clinging sheath Of the incompara
BILE gown TINT was Jane Gerson's dou
ceur for official protection. In the flood
of morning light pouring through the
mullioned windows Lady Crandal
seemed pink and white-and some
what forid-lily In bloom out of time
Hildebrand's buyer, on her knees and
with deft fingers busy with the soft
folds of the skirt, answered through q
mouthful of pins:
Poor Cynthia! My heart goes ou'
to her"
"Oh, it needn't Lady Crandall an
swered, with fitting of her strictly
Iowa style nose. 1.-The Maxwell per
son has made me bleed more than once
here on the Rock with the gowns 6
fond mamma sends her from Paris
But, honestly. isn't this bit low fol-
q staid, middle aged person like my
self? I'm afraid I'll have trouble get
ting past the censor" Lady Crandall
plumed herself with secret joy.
Jane looked up, puzzled.
"Oh, that's Old Lady Porter-a per.
feet dragon" the generals wife rat.
tied on. poor old dear. she thinks
the Lord put her on the Rock for a
purpose Her own collars get higher
and higher. / believe If she ever was
presented at court she'd emulate the
old Scotch lady who followed the law
OF ,iecoiiie:a, but preserved her self re
spect by wearing red flannel chest
protector. You must meet her"
I'm afraid l won't have time to &c.
a look at Your dragon" Jane returned
with little laugh all happiness. Now
that Sir George has promised me
can sail on the saxonia Friday
You really must The envious
eyes OF Lady Crandall fell on the pile
Of plans--potent Delphic mysteries te
charm the heart of woman-that lay
scattered about upon the floor.
Jane sat back on her heels and sur
veyed the melting folds Of satin with
All artists eye.
Of you only knew what 1t means to
me to get back with my baskets full
Of French beauties! Why. when
screwed up my courage two months
ago to go to old Hildebrand and ask
him to send me abroad as buyer-pd
been studying drawing and French At
nights for three years In preparation,
you see-he roared like the dear old
lion be Is and said was too young.
But cooed and pleaded. and at last he
said could come on, trial, and So
He'll pur like pussycat when you
get back" Lady Crandall put in, with
q pat on the brown head at her knees.
Maybe. If I'can slip into New York
with my little baskets while all the
other buyers are still over here, cabling
tearfully for money to get home or ask
ing their firms to send a warshfp to
fetch them-why, guess the pennant's
mine all right"
The eternal feminine, so strong In
Iowa's transplanted stock, prompted q
mischievous question:
'-rhen you won't be leaving some
bodys behind when you sail--somebody
who seemed awfully nice and-for
eigny and all that? All our American
girls find the moonlight over on this
side infectious. Witness me-a finish.
ing trip abroad after school days--and
see where I've finished-on a Rock
Lady Crandall dubbed laughter. A
sbrewd downward sweep of her eye
was just in time to catch nush
mounting to James cheeks.
well, 4 mysterious stranger has
crossed my path" Jane admitted. He
was very nice, but mysterious"
ooh" A delighted gurgle from the
older woman. Tell me all about it-a
secret for these ancient walls to hear"
Jane was about to reply when sec
ond thought checked her tongue. Be
fore her flashed that strange meeting
with Captain Woodhonse the night be-
fore-his denial of their former meet
ing, followed by his curious insistence
ON her keeping faith with him by not
revealing the fact Of their acquaint-
ance. She had promised-why she had