Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-07-15

him useful advice from the beginning:
Pick out the right people, Julian.
That's why I'm spending all this money
to send you to the proper schools. Don't
waste time with people who won't i'm
prove your standing. That's what
Il had apparently counted too much
with Juisans mother. who had fed to
the south Of France. and, in the Is
years since then, Julian had never seen
her. So her advice" Always prefer
had seemed rather fi1eanfneless and, as
his fsther said. was best forgotten.
90 Julian had gone on picking out
the people who had everything and who
took things for granted. as though they
didn't cost, and the bitterness of such
association, together With an occasion
ally overheard Young climber" served
only to temper with determination the
edge Of his hard, humorously frank
n1ateriAlisn. He must have money, real
money.
A. the end Of the promenade was a
stairway TO the main deck, where black.
hi9istinct masses, pieces Of heavy ma
entnery, wtncfes, coils Of cable, doomed
darby; then, the siow rise and fan of
the bow. It had strange allure for
Julian, although che would encounter.
u ANYBODY, only Second-class paseen-
sers ooWn there. or even worse: for
there was one Of those student sroa,ns
On board, huddled In tourist Quarters
oeep IN the ships bosom. He could
near the faint refrain Of song thev
we're singing and the strains OF a
gllAr. How could they bear it7
Almost t1voluntarily. however, his
eEps Ied MIN down toward the dark
angie OF the bow. A g1isil Of white foam
Rape0 away from the ships side. He
fingered, sensitive 10 the ysstness the
ponderous beauty, the on3inous solitude
o. the sea At night, a few stars and
Iust one human soul. Generally Julian
was ready 70 concede that he didn't
nave q soul. A soul interfered with
onss career and moments such a. this
nIonnsn1 when ne remembered hts
molaeTe clear, questioning gaze, mo-
men1 whkn In the heat of battle an
Amherst secondary defense brought his
purple teTaey TO the sod, moments when
the poTer and physical pride Of his
cooy rsToited against picking out the
rient people--were all uncOnforta bic
sno unwelcone. Thinking did fellow
little good
LIE was glad Of the distraction Of
voices from around the corner OF a
tool cabin, where q feeble light made
ne darkness paler.
he could not see the speakers. but he
could guess what they were, two girls
81 the student group surprised to dts
cover each other on board. Barbara
You are Barbara 6toner, aren't youg
Of course, but where on Garth ]
haven't seen you In years"
NATURALLY" There wss bitterness In
the second voice. Why should you
We dropped out when the family went
broke and left Westbury. That va,
i've years ago, and I've ACQUIRED ar
education and a teachers JOB since
then. I'm on en- excursion Siudeni
passage. Its great" Her ironie laugh.
ter sounded sharp and hsrd.
Well, Isn't 1t gFestP" Her frient
WAS apparently disappointed. All tl1oS.
girls ard boys2 I've just been watch
Ing them IN envy. That young char
with the guitar"
oh, don't be silly. Anne. Hsvln,
had everything else In the world, Ann
whitfield viii pretend enthufis8m fer |
tftrd-claAS tourist passage"
Julian y Thornassef1 Jumped o. tn
name. WHO? Anne Whitfield? II
did remember an indefinite Miss Whit
held on the chips list he had scs 1nei
80 carefully. but he had passed II b.
without q suspicion TIA. IL might b. IN
aociAlly celebrated Anne. Shed neufe'
IN the papers no later than the curren
week, refusing 10 confirm ner nneFas
neTit. proudly announced by her mother
10 an Italian prince. So she was d
board the Mirabeau. And that gltnDs
that had lured him along the 6eFkens
promenade had been more, after nj
than q hope horn dream.
Julian thought only Of getting BAG