Evening star., 1925-09-13

TN HE villages ana farms glded
with evening sun seemed in
credibly passive in contrast
i to the rush of the fast train
weaving through them on
It's way to New York. In the little
towna people were sitting down TO
their suppers, and on the train an
immaculate colored waiter was 60
ing through the Pullmans announc-
ing that for the first time he called
the passengers attention to the fact
that dinner was served.
In one Of the little black and gray
private compartments girl regarded
the waiter with interest as he re-
peated his announcement at the open
door. She waited a few minutes;
then leaning forward she looked at
herself in the mirror, and the mirror
gave back a lovely oval face, which
travel had not tired. 1t was an in
genue face with gray-blue eyes set
rather far apart under narrow, faint
ly curving eyebrows: and her hair,
which curled irrepressibly, was drawn
away from her forehead like a cur
tain on either side and held in a
simple and ld-fashioned knot at the
back. The inspection was satisfac-
tory, and with the swiftest of ges-
lures TO smooth her hair she spoke
to the young man opposite her:
He's called dinner. dear"
Already? 1t seems to me we've
just stopped eating"
He came over to sit beside her.
He was very young man, still
slouching a little in the effort to
carry his height, with a kind. blunt
face. the sort of face which looks
on foot ball games with scientific
enthusiasm and vaudeville shows
with relish.
Tired, sweetheart" he wondered.
I'm never tired" said Cynthia. Il
don't want to be tired. There's 80
much to see"
Il wish you could have seen the
girl who passed just now. I'm sure
she was a bride. too. Such clothes,
Dick. The loveliest soft gray crepe
silk, with little swinging cape and
fhe smartest hat and shoes. ! think
4he's in the diner now. Let's go right
away"
The dining car was already filling.
See, I was right to come in early"
boasted Cynthia. Look, there's that
clothes? And she's not so awfully
pretty
She picked up the menu with an
air of great discrimination and look
ed it over.
There's not much" she remarked,
surveying the thirty or more diff
ferent kinds of foods listed. Moth :
ing that looks good. 1 think we'd
better order a couple of T-bone
steaks from the grill"
Won't one do for us both"
"Oh, hardly, Dick-it looks so
scrimping-and get some asparagus
and some potatoes au gratin. and l
think I'll have just lettuce with
Thousand Island dressing-if it's any
good-and after that-you like ice
cream with crushed raspberries-
let's have that. and some coffee"
Dicks eyes had followed her IN
stopped at crucial points. Melons
Casaba-s0.75 T-bone steaks
$3.50" Not less than SO for this
meal.
That's a fine, expensive dinner
YOU ordered, my child
''Oh, let's not talk about prices,
Dick; I hate it,"
THE melons were served. They
were pink and luxurious. and
Cynthia hungrily plunged spoon
into hers. A man across the narrow
aisle was watching her with admira-
ton, and there was a little tighten
ing of her whole body in response to
It, She knew all about men now,
having been married 10 days. Poor
man-no wonder he looked at her.
when he had to eat with that fat,
sluggish creature who was probably
his wife. But what diamonds the
woman had.
Look, Dick. when you get a
chance, at that woman's diamonds.
Aren't they marvellous" she sug-
gested softly.
"Uh-huh.' answered Dick, not
looking.
II don't really care for diamonds"
said Cynthia.
You ought to have very few
jewels-but those you have should
he distinctive, absolutely. Now, what
! really want is a string Of pearls
small but we'll matched. I thought
when we got to New York we
could"
"Oh. sweetheart, get that out of
your head. I'm not in the pearl neck
lace class-though l wish / were. I'd
like nothing better than to hang a
string of pearls around that pretty
little neck of yours"
They sat looking at each other over
the ruined melons, and the young
mans eyes had a kind of tremulous
alteration in them.
I'll get them for you, though, be-
fore I'm through" he added, as an
afterthought.
Why" she asked teasingly.
He leaned toward her. Because 1
adore you"
Cynthia smiled. She felt these
days ras If she were learning a new
and fascinating game.
do you think a woman inspires
a man2"
DO T." asked Dick Il think she