Evening star., 1926-03-17

~ The Art of the Middle
Ages" she ventured at last
almost with timidity.
Yes. | do" replied Hilary, still in
"a tone of gloom.
Then he gave himself a sort Of
shake. His fiat, nervous shoulders
looked very broad in the white can
vas ierkin.
Look here. Celia" he said in an
other voice. the fact is. I'm rather
sick of writing--I suppose it's natu.
! rtl--1've been at the thing so long
! but III soon have done with it, as
told you. When it's finished I've lots
of things | want to talk over with
you-things that will interest you, |
think"
He smiled at her. and somehow his
smile also seemed new. Perhaps it
was his rumpled hair which made his
expression seemed changed.
different sorts of things from any
we've ever discussed before" he
added. still smiling.
I'm be glad" said Celia.
His rumpled hair gave him the
funniest. boyish look.
Good he exclaimed again. And
now, If you don't mind. I'll so get n
shower and rundown before lunch-
con-"
Celia started.
Just a minute. please she said.
What / came for was to tell you |
wouldn't be here for luncheon. Pad
raic O'Shea is going to take me to see
the aquarium at the Battery, and
wen lunch there"
"Padriac O'Shea," repeated Hilary
thoughtfully He was hanging up
his saber and mask. AS he came
back to her he said:
''You and O'Shea have grown to be
great friends, haven't you?"
"Oh. great friends!" said Celia.
"Is he really interesting?"
"Oh, very interesting" said Celia
again.
Hilary stood musing a second or
Two. What he was thinking was that
a good musician doesn't necessarily
make a good huSband-rather the
other way around, in fact. lie must
inquire specially about O'Shea.
II was wondering" he said In ex.
PLANTATION. as he looked up to nno
Celia observing him with some curl
osffy. whether I would have lunch
con here at the house or at my
club"
He gave her another smile.
"You see. it's rather lonely lunch
ing without you. x.
"If you mind" began Ceila
quickly, but a little shadow hao come
over her face.
don't be stupid. I'm delighted
vou've found such an original way OF
spending Sunday-and ] like young
0,Shea very much myself. A happy
outing and buon appetite to you
both!' .,,u..s,,,
Celia and Padraic spent a deligntlui
morning and afternoon togetner. Iiie
comments on the different nsn anu me
rrimaces he made in imitation OF the
Srotesnue ones were very droH ana
brought forth her rare laugh several
times He loved to catch these
viimnses of her even, childish teeth
and to see the way her tongue CURED
when she laughed. like a little cats.
He had found out, Of course, by this
time her liking for fairy tales. so ne
invented for her delightfully."- ridlc'
ulous vet pretty legend Of why the
devil fish became a devil fish and the
angel fish an angel fish. She listened
in perfect absorption while he was tell.
ing this, and when he had finished she
said seriously:
..You ought to write 1t down. I am
sure it would be printed. That about
the greedy OfO pupuC leltcT WiItct VIII
used to take all the lovers gold for
writing their love letters. and 80 was
turned into a living ink pot with lots
of clutching afms-I am sure they
! would publish that--and the angel who
was in love with a mermaid and tried
| to convert her to Christianity, but be-
came a worshiper of the old sea god
IIir instead--and SO was turned into a
| flsh--told in the way you told me; 1t
would be charming in book-do write
| 1t down"
But Padraic only shook his ripply
hair and said that all he could write
down was notes of music. and as she
didn't care for them, he sometimes
thought he wouldn't even do that any
more. Whereat Celia looked 80 dis
, tressed and even mortified that he had
to explain he was only teasing her.
IT'S very strange" he said In con-
clusion. You say you have no under
standing of music or art, and yet you
have the most beautiful taste Of any
one I ever knew"
"How do you mean?" asked Celia,
much pleased, yet at q loss.
why, take your clothes for exam
ple-each gown you wear is lovelier
and more unusual than the other
perfect symphonies every time. Some
women slip UP in their dress occasion
ally; you never do"
But it's" began Celia, then she
stopped. She had been going to say.
But It's Hilary who designs them,"
and what stopped her was an unfore-
seen reluctance to mention Hilary Or