The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-06-06
By CONDO.

Difficult. he found Il now. 20 al.
vest his thoughts OF that enthrali-
ment. TO descend TO cold and sober
reality. TO remember he was clerk
his companion shop girl. rather
than a prince disguised as Calandcr
esqutring princess dedicated 10
fatal enehantment--th kismat was
a quaint faIiaey. one with that within
steal concelt OF orient fatalisfn which
assigns to each and every man his
day OF days wherein he shall range
the skies ana plumb the abyss OF
his destiny. alternately its lord and
It's puppet
But presently. with an effort.
or. and a traffic policeman creating
favorable opening. the two sour.
risd across and plunged into the
comparative obscurity Of Wea,
Thirty eighth st. sturdy George and
hts modest Violet already a fun
block In advance.
Discovering this circumstance by
the gsimmer thru the shadows of
NIolet's conspicuouSiy striped black
ANtst NNtAf tsAtAftAAs y tttfAtF iNAfa-
mented charitably upon their haste
III we hurry We might catch ub. -
suggested Molly Lessing.
Il don't miss 'em much" he ad
mftted. without offering to mend the
pace.
She laughed softly
Are they really in iove."
George Is" replied =. sybarl~
after taking thought.
''You mean she isnt7"
ITO blush unseen u Niolet's idea
OF nothing TO do--not. at least. when
one IL a perfect thirty.eight and pos
sesses good digestion and an In.
finite capacity for amusement n Ia
carte"
THAT Is to say" the girl
prompted.
Violet will marry we'll IL at all g
mot Mr.. Bross. them"
Nor any other poor man. I
don't say she doesn't care for
George. but before anything serious
comes Of II he'll have to make use
Of his day Of days-if Kismet ever
sends him one. l hope II will" l..
Sybarite added sincerely.
you don't beileye--reaIIy--~g
Just now? with all my heart
I'm so fun OF romantic nonsense I
can hardly stick. Nothing is too
incredible for me to believe tonight
I'm ready TO play Hail the Beggar
to any combination of imposnbilltles
kismet cares 10 brew in Bagdad on.
the-Hudsonr'
Again the girl laughed quietly 10
his humor
And since you're true beiiev.
err. Mr.. Sybarite. tell me. what use
you would make OF your day OF
days."
II? Oh. I" Smiling wistfuIly,
he opened deprecatory palms. Hard
to Say I'm afraid | should
prove a fatuous fool in Georges
esteem equally with old Hail. I'm
sure that. like him. the sunset OF
my day would see me prescribed. a
price upon my head"
WHY"
I'm afraid I'd try to use my pow.
er 10 right old wrongs"
'N-t ~ fsfHHff FhF hNhfI uliIiufUt'
/ ly: Your own"
Perhaps. Yes, my own.
certainly. And perhaps another's,
not 30 old, but possibly quite az
/ grieyous"
Somebody you care for a great
[ dea1Y"
Thus tardily made 10 realize into
what perils his fancy was leading
I him, he checked and weighed her
question with his answer. graveiy
I judgmatical
Perhaps ia better not say that"
he announced. a grin temperlng his
temerity; but ia go far for a
/ friend. somebody who had been kind
70 me, and-ah--tolerant II she
we're In trouble and could use my
services"
He fancied her glance was quicl,
and sharp and searching. but her
voice when she spoke was even and
lightly attuned 20 his whimsical
! mood
Then you're not even sure She
your friends In trouble?"
i've an intuition; she wouldn't
I be where she Is IL she wasn't"
| Her laughter at this absurdity wns