The Washington herald., 1921-12-31

on Identifying a telephone voice.
Many secret has been given away
by addressing a girl as Stella when
it happens to be May calling"
He laughed gently.
~Ah, Signorina, you are unkind.
Three times 1 have called-yes, and
brought my violin-but the maid
say you are out always. 1 am DESC
late indeed
But I'm sorry. I've been fear
fully busy Jeanne was charm
lngiy contrite.
. she herself had directed that the
message that she was out be given
the young vlolinist on the OCCASION
Of each OF his visits. He bored her
inexpressibly. She disliked his Iona
pale face and moist palms and the
burning intensity of his dork eyes.
Despite his vogue in musical cir
Giles she did not believe that he
would be much help to her socially.
Now, however, she saw a chance
TO make use of him.
u called especially today to ask
II you would care to come down
for tea, Signor. / expect some
guests who-are most awfulIy anxi-
Gus to meet you"
There was a sincere pleasure in
Bonnicetti's acceptance. Jeanne
hesitated- She wanted to ask him
to be sure to bring his violin. He
replied to her unspoken thought.
I will play for your guests.
Signorina, if you wish"
So it came about that she rang
MP several acquaintance whom she
considered most fashionable and
mentioned the fact that Signor
BOnnicetti was coming in to tea
TO play for her. If they cared to
drop in.....
Did they-wlth tickets to Bon
nicetti's concerts at a premium.
Jeanne received not single re
gret' to her invitations.
While Jeane was dressing for
tea bellbOy handed in a florists
box.
she lifted out a great sheaf OF
roses. glowing like the fires of sun
set
"Iust to remind you of an en-
across the back of Victor Bar
stoves card
Jeanne smiled triumphantIy.
Even II her plans for a wealthy
marriage got no further, she could
always remember that once the
heir of the Barstowe millions had
sent her flowers and had come to
tea.
Gbo rro,doros ,,-ba, A,p, r-r,tlx
and the ubiquitous Mrs. Jones. how
ering with shawl-covered shoulders
,round the parlor fire. would say
n they could look in for a momens
across the dreary miles from far
away Iowa.
Would. they recognize Jane Dare
"a the slim. fashionable youns
woman. ~i.rl in orchid velvsx.
rauEhf and draped 10 her svelte
form as Only 1.ucille could do H.
There were pearls. a long strand.
ending IN an ornament. to relieve
she severe simplicity Of her bodice.
with It's long light sleeves. that
rr1o-t covered the backs OF her
slender hands. she wore no rings
eh~ dared not AFFORD good ones. and
.he was too wise 70 consider even
clever fake.
No. lack - rings had been COM
usntsd upon many times ~ was
nut down by her ac"usintances a.
On anectation. bizarre bit OF In
dividuality. n desire not TO detract
from the full beauty of her hands.
Jcannc's grave smile, when the
subject was mentioned, had never
proved enlighteninc.
The signor Arrives.
The violinist was the first Of her
chests to arrive. She was arrang-
ing Rarstowe's roses when he was
announced.
tic bowed low over the hand she
rave him. n quaint. old-world hg-
urc. with his violin ease tucked
under one arm. His unruly black
tai~ fell IN straight. dark lock
over his forehead lie looked untidy
hut he was a celebrity.
sine the drst time I met ytI
~ tho charity bszarr. have
wished To call upon you. SiEnorina.
To- see the atmosphers with which
YOU surround yourself " express
tho SOIL % the woman. you know"
Jeanne smiled and set the vase
containing Barstowe's roses on
table behind her chair. She would
not even show him preference bv
placing them on the tea table. Sh~
put Canby's flowers there, the roses
he had brought her the night be-
fore.
"But how can a hotel room OK
press anything but the composite
soul OF its many successive oc-
cupantS?" she asked.
"Ah, a room shake off the per-
soraIity of one who occupy i. With
each new tenant. the slate Is
wiped clean
Like the heart of a man. MUIR
INJURED Jeanne.
you are cynical. Signorina." ac-
cused the violinist reproachfuily.
ct is not seemly for so beautifu.
a girl as you to be a cynic. Surely
no mans memory was ever wiped
clean Of you"
He drew nearer, his moist palms
cIssped with his earnestness. his in
tanse eyes brighter.
Jeanne laughed and moved away.
She thought him rather ridiculous.
and certainly terrific bore
NO" she said. with sudden re-
turn to gravity. because have
never troubled to write on the slate
The others will be here directly.
let me give you some tea before
they come. for you will be besiegcd
afterwards"
IT you will be so good signor-
Ina" he accepted eagerly. MY
hncheon-it is always frugal -
much better for the soul OF my
s4uSic.
seanne. as she poured the tea