The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-09-25

any woman's neck and shoulders &os
whittier. and LIrian's, always beautiful.
were more wonderful than ever rising
out OF the filmy bodice. Her hair,
which now was almost entirely silva,
was done high IN a quaint fashion that
reminded me Of old-time pictures and
the effect was enhanced by an enor-
nous high comb OF odd workmanship.
surrounding the soft coil OF hair. Long
jet earrings that must have belonged
to her grandmother depended from her
ears, while against her bodice was fas~
tened a cluster Of crimson roses.
Upon almost any other woman thu
effect OF the ornaments and the Golf
fure would have been grotesque. but
Lillian, with her unerring artistia
sense. had struck just the right note
for her particular type, and heard
Robert Savarin catch his breath at the
picture she made against the back
ground Of her wonderful white and
crimson living room, into which she
had impetuously drawn US. Even
through the excitement under which I /
was laboring I could not help wou-r-
dering anew how even her strong de-
termination to play the game" with
Harry Underwood had enabled her 70
cruelty her own artistic instincts for
so many years.
Little Marion, all in fluffy white,
with crimson sash and hair ribbons,
had hard work to keep her feet and
hands still as she stood demurely be-
side her mother, while back OF her
lowered black Betty, a most barbaria
crimson turban surmounting her wool-
~ head, waiting to assist US with our
wraps.
I knew that no one else but Lillian
could ever have induced Betty to put
on that turban, knew also that not one
hostess in a thousand could have con-
.ceived or have framed the picture
which Lillian's menage presented. ana
realized as looked at Lillian's flushed
cheeks and sparkling eyes that she was
enjoying her reward IN the spontane-
Gus admiration which irTadiated Rob-
ert Savarin's face, a feeling strong
enough to Danish for the moment his
memory OF the menace that had just
passed US.
Lillian's triumph lasted only q mo-
ment, however. Then she looked at Us
searchingly, and with her swift intu-
ition OWNED the truth
Something has happened" she said.
You've seen that woman againi,
In a few rapid words told her Of
my encounter with Mrs. Allis at fhe
station, and Of her driving past the
door, evidently fixing the number in
her memory but few minutes before.
Lillian consulted tiny jeweled wrist
watch and spoke briskly. with
more OF the old decision in her voics
than had heard her use since she had
met Robert Savarin again.
It's nearly an hour until the other
guests are due, and by that time
there'u be no danger Of even a mouse
US. Now mind you, don't
believe the woman would dare attempt
anything really serious in a crowded
section Ike this. out at your place in
the country, Aadge. decidedly yes. But
not here However, she probably has
some maIiciousiy mischieyous idea OF
anoying Us in some way. and 7 don't,
propose to having even the traditional
-oseleaf spoil my party.
BETTY put the chain on the door and
hen take Mr.. Sayarin and Mr.. Durkes
% the guest room upstairs. Madge, win
you take Mrs. Durkee to my own
.oom? I'm going to do a little teie-
phoning and I'll answer the door bell
myself If # needs answering.
To Be Continued.