Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-31

KNOWN any one Win petler iiisiHictst
good manners. He seems to go righi
"Ali my influence and training
Dragged the Bonnie Lassie. Il helped
bring him up"
Then you must know something Of
"Ask the dominic. He says that
Julien crawled out of a gutter with the
manners Of a preux chevalier Anyway
he never swallowed any of my knives
Though he's had plenty, of opportunity. .
ITS very puZzling," lamented Bobbie
why let it prey like worm i the
bud OF your mind? You're not going
to adopt him. perhaps?"
For the moment Bobbie Hollands eyes
were dreamy and her tongue unguarded
II don't know what I'm going to do with
him. said she with gesture as dHone
who despairingly gives over an insoluble
problem.
"Umph." said the Bonnie Lassie.
| And continued sculping.
| AZ Julien had prophesied, it was only
question of time when he would be
surprised By his patroness in his true
| garb and estate. The event occurred as
he was stepping from his touring car to
get his golf clubs from the hallway of
livery moment when Bobbie Holland
emerged from the house next door. Both
her hands flew nvoluntarily to her
cheeks as she took in and wholly mis-
interpreted his costume. which is not to
he wondered at when one considers the
similarity of golfing outfit to chauf-
feur's livery.
oh" she cried out as if something
had hurt her.
Julien. for once knocked clean of
his accustomed Dofse. uncovered and
| looked at her apprehensively.
| Her voice quivered a little as she
asked: very low: do you have to dc
| that?"
"Why-.er--no." began the puzzled
Julien. who failed for the moment tc
perceive what Of tragic portent in
hered in prospective afternoon OF
golf Her next wo1 DIS enlightened him
| Il should think you might have lie,
me help before taking a-servant's
IT'S an honest occupation he
| averred.
DO you do this-regularly? she
pursued with an effort.
on and on. There's good money
oh" she incurred again. Then
You're doing this SO that you car
afford to buy paints and canvas and
and things to paint me-" she accused
| ut isn't fair"
I'D do worse than this for that" he
Less than a fortnight later she
caught him doing worse She had
ceased to speak to him of his chauf.
feurdom because it seemed to cause
him painful embarrassment. Ut did
and should haveD There had been a
big theater party, important enough
to get itself detailed in those yaiu.
able columns which the papers devote
to such matters. and afterward sup
restaurant. Miss Roberta Holland be-
ing one of the listed guests. AS she
! took her place at the table she caught
a glimpse of an unmistakable figure
disappearing. through the walters
exit. And Julien Tenney, who had got
up from his little supper party of four
(stag) just too late, on catching sight
of her. saw that he was recognized
Flight. instant and permanent. had
been his original intent. Now it would
vised. He appealed to the head wait
er to help him carry out a joke, and
| that functionary, developing a sense
Of humor under the stimulus Of a
twenty dollar bill. procured him on
the spot an ill-fttirg coat and black
pie directions. When the patroness
OF art next observed the object of her
, patronage. he was performing the
humble but useful duties of an omni-
bus.
INd ISIS HOLLAND suddenly lost a per-
A'A fectly good and hitherto re-
liable appetite.
nor was she the only member of the
supper party to develop symptoms of
shock. The gilded and stalwart youth
on her left. following her glance.
stared at the amateur servitor with
protruding eyes. ceased to eat or
drink, and fell into a. state of semi
coma. muttering at intervals an ex-
pressive monosyllable.
why not swear out loud, Caspar?''
asked Robbie presently. It'll do you
less harm"
"D'you see that chap over yonder?
The big. fine-looking one fixing the
Yes" said Bobbie family.
We'll. that's No, by thunder. it
can't be! Yes, by the red-hot hinges,
it Isl"
DO you think you know him."
know him! Do l know him? He
bunked in with me for two weeks at
Grandpre. He was captain of a ma
chine-gun outfit sent down to help us
names Tenney, and If ever there was
q hellion in a Highland see what he's
come to. My Cod
Well. don't cry about it," advised
the girl, serenely. though it was hard
There's nothing to do now, is there"
isn't there! I'm going to get him
and find him a job that's fit for him
II I have TO take him into partner
ship. OF all the Observation-Disclosures
''Caspar! What are you going to do?
Don't: you'll embarrass him fright
fully"
But he was already heading off his
prey at the exit. Bobbie saw her
painters face fame into welcome,
vanished beyond the watchers ken.
On his return the gilded youth be-
haved strangely. From time to time
he shook his head. From time to time
he chuckled And. while Bobbie was
talking to her other neighbor. he shot
curious and amused glances at her.
He told her nothing. But his interest
in his supper returned. Bobbie's
To discuss the social aspects of
mental service with practitioner of
it who has been admitted to certain
implicit equality is a difficult and
delicate matter for a girl brought up
in Roberta Hollands school. Several
times she essayed it; trying both the
indirect approach and the method of
extreme frankness. Neither answered. !
Julien responded to the
advances by evincing a mood of eX-
treme gloom or q sly and inexplica BILE
Bobbie gave it up, con-
mood, anyway. She was right. He was |
The next episode of their progress !
took the form of veritable unmask-
ing which. perversely enough. only i
set the mask tighter upon Julien !!
Tenney. BY way of loosening up his |
wrist for the open season. Peter !
Quick Banta had taken advantage Of !
an amiable day to sketch out a COM
posite floral and faunal scheme on !
the Tagging in front of Thornsens |
Elite Restaurant. when Miss Holland. |
in passing, paused to observe. and |
wonder. At the same moment Julien |