Evening star., 1918-08-04


scope Of mind and. charm of spirit
which makes his countenance mark
% one In the metropolis. A little gray
about the temples, tendency-grow.
Ing upon him. alas!-to raise his hand
to his ear when called upon to listen.
show that he has already passed the
meridian Of life: but In his quick
glance. and clear and rapid speech.
youth still fingers. making of him q
companion delightful to many and ad-
mirable to'all.
The other - Carleton Roberts, his
bosom friend. and the museums chief
director-is OF a different type. but
no less striking to the eye. For him
Personality has done much toward
raising him to his present status
among the leading men of New York.
to look short. owing to the trim ele-
sance of his figure and the quiet dig
nifty OF his carriage. He does not need
to turn his face to impress you with
the idea that he Is handsome: but
when ne does SO, you find that your
the reality. For though he may not
have the strictly regular features we
naturally associate with one Of his
poise and inatchless outline, there Is
enough of that quality. and more than
enough OF that additional elusive
something which is an attraction In
itself. to make for handsomeness in a
marked degree. He, like his friend.
has passed his fortieth year. but no.
where save in his abundant locks can
one see any sign of approaching age.
They are quite white-cut close, but
quite white. SO white they attracted
the notice OF his companion. who stole
more than one look at them as he
chatted on In what had become almost
a monologue, so little did Roberts join
in the conversation.
frA snrN
stealing another look at that white
head, remarked anxiously:
Have you not grown gray very
suddenly? / don't remember your be-
Ing 'whitcr than myself the day I
dined with you just preceding the hor-
rible occurrence at the museum"
hss onsa nssn ths sroTsE oheF eTay father aoE
was white at forty; am just forty
three.
"It becomes you, and yet--Roberts.
you have taken this matter too much
to heart. We We're not to blame in
any way. unless 1t was In having such
deadly weapons within reach. How
could one suppose"
"Yes. how could one suppose"
echoed the director. "And the mys-
terry Of it! The police seem no nearer
night they practiced archery in the
galleries. 1t does wear on me. pos
sibly because live SO much alone.
Here he stopped abruptly. They had
been strolling in the direction of the
house, and at this moment were not
many PAGES from It,
''See WHAT" urged the curator with
an accent one might almost call ten
der-would have been called tender.
II used in addressing q woman.
.: "See her. that dead girl-constant-
lxy at s,{oht xu1.an m QhlIt.-
In the daytime while I go about my
affairs, here. there and everywhere.
The young, young face; so white. 40
still, SO strangely and SO unaccount-
ably familiar! Do you feel the same?
know? l grow old trying to place
her. ! can say this to you: but not
to another soul could ! speak Of what
has become to me sort OF biinu OBJ
session. She was u stranger. know
OF no Nine. Duclos and am sure
that never saw her young dauyh-
ter before; and yet | have started up
in my bed more than once during
these past few nights, confident that
in another moment memory would
supply the clue which will rid my
mind of the eternal question as to
where l have seen face like hers
before? But memory falls to answer:
and the struggle. lnomcntarily inter-
rupted. begins again, to the destruc-
ton OF my peace ana comfort. ., =
odd! but you must rid yourself OF
what unnerves you so completely. 1t
does no good and only adds to regrets
which are poignant enough in them
selves"
That is true: but-stop o minute.
see it now-hcr face, | mean. 1t
comes between me and tho house
there. Even your presence does not
dispel it. 1t is-no. it's gone again.
Let us go back once NOR. and take
thing which draw 8 me away from this
pursuing vision"
They resumed their stroll. this time
away from the house and toward the
oval cut in the trees for II straight
view out to the sea. Across this oval
a ship was now smiling which attract
ed the eyes of both; not till II had
passed did the curator say:
You live too lonely u life. You
should seek change--rccreatton-
sibly something more absorbing than
either"
you mean marriage"
yes, Roberts, I do. Pardon me-; 7
want to see your eye beam again with
contentment. The loss Of your late
companion has left you desolate. more
desolate than you have been willing
to acknowledge. You cannot replace
hey"
II am welded to politics."
AN untrustwo jade. When did
politics ever make q. man haDpy?"
Happy" They We're turned toward
the house again. When near, Roberts
capped his exclamation with the re-
mark:
You ask a great deal for mo, more