Evening star., 1922-07-23

| from my Britannia point OF view l
talked to him on the subject. You
English, whom I try to understand
and can never understand. are SO
| funny! 1t would have been insulting
| to Miss Betty Errington-tiens!-a
purple hyacinth of spring-that was
| what she was-not to have made love
| to her. Love to a pretty woman is
like shower Of rain to hyac!nths. 1t
passes, 1t goes. Another one comes.
Qu'importe? But the shower is neces-
sary. All, sacre grendin, when will
you compr rehend?'
| All this to make as clear as an
Englishman. in the confidence Of
changing child Of Provence. can hope
to do, the attitude of Aristide Pujol
toward the sweet and innocent Betty
Errington with her mouth like
crumpled rose petals, her ivory and
peach blossom complexion. her soft
contralto voice. ct cetera, ct cetera, ct
cetera, as per foregoing bald descrip-
tion. and as per what can. by imagina-
tive effort. be pictured from the Pu-
joIic hyperbole. by which I. the un-
| important narrator of these chron-
I licles. was dazzled and overwhelmed.
I'm afraid I don't think of the
croupier at ALL" said Betty.
DO you think of no one who
brings you good fortune?" asked
Aristide. He threw the Matin on
the grass. and. doubling himself up
in his chair regarded her earnestly.
Last night you put FIVE louis into
| my bank"
And I won forty. I could have
hugged you"
why didn't you? Ah!" His arms
spread wide and high. What I have
LOST"
"Bettyw cried Mrs. Errington.
ALIAS, madame" said Aristide. that
Is the despair of our artificial civili-
| zation. 1t prohibits SO much spon-
taneous expression of emotion"
You'll forgive me. Monsieur Pujol."
said Mrs. Errington dryly. but I
| think our artificial civilization has
its advantages"
'Tf you will forgive me. in your
turn" said Aristide. IT sec a doubtful
one advancing"
4
A MAN approached tho group and
with profuse gestures took of
q straw hat which he thrust under
his right arm. exposing an amazingly
fiat head on which the closely CROP
| ped hair stood brush-fashion upright.
He had an Insignificant pale face to
| oh df1yid al fv
given by mustache with ends
waxed up to tho eyes and by mon
ocle with a tortoise-shell rim. He
was dressed (his valet had misjudged
things-and Wallets like the rest of
US are fallible) in what was yesterday
a fairly white flannel suit.
| Madam-"mademois He shook
hands with charming grace. Mon
sieur" He bowed stifiy. Aristide
J doffed his Panama hat with adequate
ceremony. May I be permitted TO
join you?"
| with pleasure, Monsieur de Lus-
signy." said Mrs. Errington.
| Monsieur de Lussigny brought up a
chair and sat down.
What time did you get to bed last
night?" asked Betty Errington. She
spoke excellently pure French. and
SO did her mother. :
Soon after we parted, made
moiselle, quite early for me, but late
for you. And you look this morning
as II you had gone to bed at sun
down and got up at dawn"
Miss Betty's glance responsive to
the compliment filled Aristide with
wrath. What right had the Comte de
Lussigny, fellow who consorted
with Brazilian Rastaquoures and per-
fumed Levantine nondescripts, to win
such a glance from Betty Erringtonf
IF madaemoiselle can look so
fresh," said he. 'in the artificial at
mosphere Of AK, what 10 there 80
adorable that she must not resemble
in tho innocence Of her somersetshire
home"
you cannot imagine It, monsieur."
said the count. ''but have had the
privilege to see It,"
II hope Monsieur Pujol will visit
us also in our country homo, when we
get back" said Mrs. Errington with
intent to pacihcate. TT is modest.
but It Is old-world and has been in
our family for hundreds Of years."
"Ah, these old English homesr
said Aristids.
would you care to hear about itf''
Il mould" said he.
i
yr1 Arsv his chair court Sously q