The Washington herald., 1921-04-24

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her voice had begun already its
IN the convent at vedado. but sh,
little vexed that Dolores. the silent
strained. had not poured forth
gushing gratitude for the musicale {
Mrs. Collier had given her q debut.
lessons from Paranelli. for a Ia
toward that one season In which
whIrled away on the brilliant chariot
York success. had advanced so far
fame and fortune.
The Spring Of that year found D
an apartment Of her own, paid for b
Of her own. She knew what than
she owed to Mrs. Collier; she kr
what she owed to God and to her.
self. d.
your voice came from Heaven"
said young Robinson Slada- But
the character to live the life you
have LED and 90 on working as you
have IL charked ub to your credit.
dear one"
slade was twenty then and she
eighteen. although there was that
untouched youth in her deep green
eyes that made her appear to be q
child and made the old French WON.
IN whom she had engaged treat her
like a child-in absurd contrast to
several musical managers who COM
peted in treating her Like a queen.
It was ridiculous that she said to
the son Of the largest export house
in America:
Robbie, you are 50 young!"
Robbie, as she called him, was
not so young in the soul. He was =
strong product particularly II one
considered his father. who was a
case-hardened. steel-jacketed. metal.
lie man Of great ability. The boy
did not look unlike him-a little too
short, little too well knit for grace
or even for dignity. but with a vital
forcefulness Of figure. face, and
movement But the younger Slade.
as Durant once remarked In his
smart way. was a sheep in VOLTS
clothing. His father was said to be
wholly practical: Robbie was philo-
sophical and had thought and con-
sidered and meditated himself out
Of practicability. When his father
gave him ten thousand dollars on
his twenty-nrst birthday to practice
investments the boy said this:
You mean you want to see
whether I can make this yield .
great return?"
yes" said the elder Slade.
Il WILL" Robbie answered, know
ing the extraordinary thing he
would do.
Perhaps the reason that he had
never told his father about his Wis
its to Dolores or Of his excursions
with her, that knew no sense other
than propriety, and often ended up
in such absurdities as sitting to-
gether on a park bench At the Bat
terry waiting for a fog to lift so
could see the Statue of Liberty. or
creasing love for her. was that sen
credness Of relationship which shri
discussion with third persons. part
they are unsympathetic and lacking
standing. Certainly it was not b,
had fear.
He was fearless enough-inez
and fearless, and with an exaggera
Of the value Of honor and knightly
and gallantry as abstract ideals tn
never had the opportunity to appl,
II there were anything secretive
attentions to this beautiful your
whose convent-bred poise and calm
moods and aloofness from that bri
lively world into which she had G
swiftly. that secretiveness came n
sense Of impending scandal. thoug
have recognized its possibility. b
from his joy in the world apart
was creating with her and which
smashed by the vulgarity Of gossi,
Perhaps It was because Of the /.
any critic Of their high and finely
tionship Of youth that, with the fr-
approval Of Annette, the French
he came and went in and out OF
urious little apartment that Dolore
ing earnings had made possible.
A few weeks before his father
him the gift Of money Robbie was
out in the window seat Of the littl
gold living room when Annette bro
tie Miss Taraffa q card. The eff
card was quite miraculous and
Dolores. gazing at it, lost color.
onto the table, and with her sn
clenched stared at nothing, her