The Washington herald., 1922-01-01

MRS. ADELE PARKINSON, q toid-
90 and former flame Of his. At dinner
shs meets
VIC Borstoue, heir to the repEted
Bdrstops millions, toho shotcs Signs OF
'Rfatndtion tCith her.
si0Bor BoHRicetti, a former ctohrsst,
asks only to serve JeonHe.
Continued from Yesterday.
The yivaeious widow was more
Oriental than ever in daylight. Her
blue black hair was banded glossily
about her small shapely head, anu
held with a quaint carved comb
like Eeisha's. Long earrings
suspended on slender platinum
chains, hung from her ears. There
were chains Of the same gem
around her throat, and curious
carved rings on. her hands. Other
wise she was typically Rue de Ia
Paix in appearance from her
French, strapped pumps to her
perky little hat with its extrava-
giant veil A yapping pekinese was
tucked under her arm
"She would bring that darned
pup" muttered Candy, shaking
hands with Jeanne. once 1t
jumped out the window Of the car,
and I'm not a religious man but ]
prayed for a passing taxi TO nnish
II or. No such luck! II IL had been
a kid or anything useful, 1t would
be at the morgue by now
You shall not have such awful
thoughts about my darling dog"
pouted Mrs. Parkinson. positively
harmful to even think unkind
things You know I've been study
ing this wonderful new healing
science and they believe that you
can almost kill people by think
ing horrid things about them. like
the old Hawaiian prayer of death,
you know. And as for the effect
such thoughts have on the one who
thinks them
She rolled her expressive eyes up
ward.
I'm a corpse now them grunted
Candy, reaching for the tea Jeanne
was handing him. Say" he asked
in a lowered tone, "where'd you dig
up Bonnicetti-
Il met him at the same charity
bazar where ] encountered you,"
she answered, proffering the lemon.
sold him a dozen of those roses.
eh?"
Jeanne shook her mead
He was not so reckless as you.
He bought-one."
Candy grinned.
'Wops are as tight as they come"
He must be rolling up the kale
pretty regularly these days. though.
Music nuts fighting for tickets.
Heard him play?"
How Do You Do 1t:
Jeanne shook her head.
But / shall this afternoon"
Candy stopped stirring his tea and
stared.
You don't mean to say he's going
to play here?'
Jeanne nodded. her eyes dancins
ut Canby's amazed expression. He
offered to-
Heavens Candy looked across
the room at the Italian. talking ex-
citedly and gesticulating fiercely to
Adele Parkinson. How do you do
il? Why. IL wanted to get Bonni-
cetti to play some little three-mIn-
ute piece at one of my parties, Ia
have to send him a cheque for-well,
Judge for. yourself by his concert
prices.''
But you're not a woman" replied
Jeanne with demurely lowered
lashes.
And you're a darned attractive
one at that supplied Candy,
Jeanne
He was interrupted by a new
conner. 1t was Victor Barstowe, tall,
athletic, clean as breath Of wind
blowing out from the North. He
lowered over Bonnicstti. He was to
Candy what a pine is to a scrub oak.
IA
room look foppish and supercuIti-
waited.
His brilliant gray eyes sought
Jeanne's; they registered their dis
appointment at the crowded doom
before him.
But he came forward. his smile
unruffled, hand extended
Its good to see you. 1 rather
expected this" the backward mo-
tion of his head indicated the rest
of her guests. but I'd hoped for bet
ter luck"
Jeanne's tea was a huge success.
She had been fortunate enough to
get just the right people. Bonnf-
cetti was her lion and he roared
with fiatterfng eagerness.
While the exquisite strains of his
violin fioated through the corridors
of the fifteenth floor, passing hotel
guests lingering frankly outside the
door of Jeanne's suite asked one
another who its occupant might
be. capable pf securing the talent
of the great virtuoso. Those with
adjoining rooms left their windows
open to admit the melodies thas
swayed fashionable audiences and
touched the heart strings OF all
music lovers
Jeanne's tea company was en-
tranced. And the great violinist
himself was happy. For did not the
lovely signorina, who had touched
his susceptible heart on the first
occasion when he saw her, smile
upon him graciously and pay rapt
attention to his art, even though
one Of the handsomest and most
eligible young men in New York
hung over her with hattering per-
sistence?
Truth to tell. Jeanne's absorp-
ton in Bonicetti's music was more
studied than spontaneous. She was
fond Of music; some day when the
problem of her future was solved
to- her satisfaction. she promised
herself an orgy of the arts which
circumstances and poverty had de-
MED her hitherto. AT the present
time, however. she avoided beauti-
full music.
Jeanne was not proud of her role
of pretender. despite her voluntary
choice. and music had a way of dis
t,.rhl,. her Sarapifv NataAfa. sk-.