Evening star., 1922-07-09

any sense?" Miss Cavour replied
tartly. "she has only beautiful balr
and lips"
But Jamison was still trying to fnd
himself"
"a young western lawyer" he said.
Duluth. wasn't It? No distinc-
tion-"
Not yet"
mo great success: He is not
known widely"
Moo. But he is not thirty-five. I
think-if he had his chance" Her
voice died away so that both listened
to the distant waves on the beach be-
low the lower garden wall and below
tho rocks stretched out beyond the
wall-like black giants sprawling on
the shore.
ANY good man ought to have
chance" said Jamison significantly.
He drew in q long breath. "Is that
ali?' he asked. rs 1t only Bovine
who stands between-us?"
CHE looked up again so that the
moons light was full upon her
faco and upon the heavy string of the
family Cavour pearls upon her neck.
WELL" said Sanford, with a Curl
Gus, coarse. bulldog look settling
around his fine mouth and chin.
anything you want. Dolly, you shall
have
The king had spoken.
Let US go back" he said again;
'Iet us go. They are playing my
favorite thing. and my hostess always
dances at least once with me-"
They climbed the terrace steps and
wandered between the oleanders In
their green tubs into the light of the
little lanterns where the punchbowl
cleaned and the players of the or
chestra tested their instruments
softly and close to their leaning
heads.
There, you are. Dolly" said her
uncle. who was still a great beau.
Jamison walked across the polished
tiles. imported by the Bevans family
from Spain. A curious little smile
was curving his lip.
Owen Bovine. who watched this
smile approach. might possibly be
thought by those who are critical to
be a little too chunky of figure.
There was something a little thick
set. as they say. both in his face and
in his body. and 1t spoke perhaps Of
some stalwart pioneer and agricul-
tufal ancestry which had tried Min
nesota when the Indians still pitched
tepces on the Mississippi's far bank.
He had climbed up alone. With some
thing of the same spirit Of venture
which took his forbears away from
the east. he had returned to New
York to pry his way into practice of
law in the midst Of a wolfish and un-
familiar community.
Jamison noted him we'll now-his
face. rather grave. but still lit by the
expectancy of untouched youth: his
honest and rather mischievous blue
eyes: his hair. already turning gray:
his competent hands Well, these were
not ordinarily the kind of hands into
which prise like Miss Cavour would
fall. 1t usually took a great deal of
carnestness. humor and honesty to
make up to girls in her set for even
that faint suggestion Of awkwardness
surrounding young men OF Owen
Bowmes type.
Jamison was quite aware that his
coming up to Bovine would be an
occasion for the ambition of the
younger man to give at least a little
leap. Any young lawyer might have
awaited. Jamison had his place. and
1t was now the whisper of the street
that he was to be made president of
large bank combine. Even San
ford's nod across the table of the
thing.
Hello. Mr.. BOVINE" he =aid Il
hardly had a word with you before
dinner. and. now that we dance with
our perfectos. there was not a chance
for US to chat"
He spoke as If he had attended the
dinner merely to make the other
mans acquaintance.
Have a bit of the punch?"
mo. thanks"
Jamison sized up his man. He lis
tened to him discourse with a pointed
paragraph on the latest supreme
court decision.
X II X
DOWME'S voice! After all, II he had
obvious distinction. it was in his
voice. Its timbre was deep. 1t was
even in itself convincing. Had
Bovine said gravely. BLACK is white"
no end Of persons would have believed
it to their dying day. 1t was never
necessary for this young man to
speak with vehemence. All his words.
even those softly spoken, were vi
brant with q peculiar fervor and hon.
esty and finality. 1t was that deep
throated voice. There is only one
equal to 1t in the United States Sem
ate. and it has been called the big
gest vote-getter in the country.
Jamison smiled again.
Look here. Mr.. Bovine" he said.
almost deferentially. Perhaps you
can help me-"
Yes. Mr.. Jamison."
Rather confidential"
Il understand"
'"The story of the combination Of
trust companies and the four banks
Is we'll founded. Bovine. I'm to head
the new institution. The RESPONSE
bility is tremendous, particularly at
this critical time in world finance, and
I'm looking for men,"
Bovine laughed in pleased tone.
Not for me?" he asked quickly,
sharp. intelligent. alert.
Jamison walked across to the little
cabaret where the cigars were and
cost one scrutinizing glance toward
Dolly Cavour under the Chinese lam
terms. her white silk. her white flesh.