The Washington times., 1919-04-14


The child displays = talent for
legacy Of 5000 upon her marriage.
Rue meets Jim Neeland, a young
EDDIE Brandes, gambler. and his
PAL Stull meet Rue and the former 10
s9.itse9 by her beauty; stull @ fails to
BrandeS marrieG Hue through fake
ceremony.
When Neeland returned from a
visit to the purser with a pocket
full Of British and French gold and
silver for Ruhannah, he knocked
at the stateroom door Of the Prin-
cess Migtchenka
That lively parsonage opened it
came out into the corridor holding
the door partly closed behind her.
she almost dead with fatigue
and grief. / undressed her myself.
She's in my bed. She has been cry
ing"
Poor little thing" said Nesland.
Yes"
Here's her money" he said. a
little awkWardlys
The princess opened her wrist bag
and he dumped in the shining tor
rent.
shall Ian gOod-by to herr" he
asked.
"You may 60 in, JameB"
They entered together; and ne
was startled to see how young she
seemed there on the -pillows-how.
pitifully immature the childish
throat, the tear-flushed face lying
IN its mass of chestnut hair.
"Good-by, Rue" he said, still
awkward, offering his hand.
Slowly she held out one slim hand
from the. covers.
Good Voyage, good luck" he said
4 wish you would write a line to
me"
'T will"
Then He smiled; released
her hand.
Thank you for-for all you have
done" she said. II shall not for
get"
Something choked him slightly,
he forced a laugh:
Come back q famous painter.
Rue. Keep your head clear and
your heart full Of courage. And
let me know how you're getting on,
won't you?"
Yes. - Good-by."
So he went out, and at the. door
exchanged adieux with the smiling
princess.
do yOu-lIIze her a littler' he
whispered.
Admits She Likes Her.
'T do, my friend. AIso-I like
you. L am old enough to say it
safely, am not?"
IF you think So" he said.
funny little laugh IL his eyes, you
are old enough to set me kiss you
good-by"
But she backed away-stin smiI-
ing:
"on the brow-the hair-yes; II
you promise discretion, James"
what has tottering age like
yours to do with discretion, Prin-
cess Naia?" he retorted impudent-
ly. "a kiss on the mouth must OF
itself be discreet when bestowed on
youth by such venerable years as
are yours"
But the princess. the singular1y
provocative smile still edging her
lips. merely looked. at him out Of
dark and slightly humorous eyes.
gave him her hand, withdrew il
with decision, and entered her
staLeroom, closing the door rather
9ANA Wy DGAAAA AGAs
When Neeland got back to the
studio he took a couple OF hours
sleep, and being young, perfectly
healthy, and perhaps not unaccus-
toned to the habits of the owl
family. felt pretty well when he
went out to breakfast.
Over his coffee cup he propped
up his newspaper against q carafe;
and the heading on one OF the col
Umns Immediately attracted his at
tention.
ROW BETWEEN SPORTING MEN.
Eddie Brandes, Fight Promoter and
Theatrical Man, Mixes Ii With
Maxy Venem.
. WOMAN SAID TO BE THE CAUSE:
APFRAY DRAWS A BIG CROWD IN
FRONT OF THE HOTEL
KHICKERBOCKER.
18th Men, Badly Battered, Get Away Be
fore the Police Arrive.
Breakfasting leisUreIy, he read
the partly humorous, partly con-
account Of the sordid af-
fair. AfterWard he sent for all the
morning papers. But in none Of
them was Ruhannah Carew men
toned at all. nobody. apparently,
having noticed her in the exciting
AFFAIR between Venem, Brandes, the
latter's wife, and the chauffeur.
Nor did the evening papers adj
anything material to the account,
except to say that Brandes had
been interviewed in his office at the
Silhouette Theater and that he
stated that he had not engaged IN
any personal encounter with any
body, had not seen Max Yemen in
months, had not been near the Ho-
tel Knickerbocker. and knew moth
ing about the affair in question.
He also permitted a dark hint or
two TO escape him concerning pos
EibIe suits for defamation Of char
acter against irresponsible news
papers.
The accounts in the various even
ing editions agreed, however, that
when interviewed, Mr.. Brandes was
nursing a black eye and a badly
swollen lip, which, according tu
him, he had acquired in a playful
sparring encounter with his busi-
ness manager. Mp. BENJAMIN Stull
And that was ali; the big town
had HeitheF time nor inclination %