Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-07-15
He told her: Julian Thomasson. We
have many mutual friends"

He told her. Julian Thomasson. We
have many mutual friends"
LIE stood at the head Of the corridor
A leading to her suite. He had Just
told her goodnight. The dancing was
over. He thought of small riannerisms
Of her speech and gesture that we're
already fixed I'm his mind; her invol-
untary. stimulating attitude of superior
ity, her acceptance of himself. her nat
urally condescending interest In Spin
ner's crowd. He remembered the single
diamond and emerald pin that alone
vas worth 10 times his inheritance.
But the Whitfield fortune was too vast
to find an adequate expression in
jewels.
The whole idea Of the thing excited
Julian's imagination. and he went out
side to walk Of his nervous elation In
the moonlight He strolled forward to
view that main deck space, now drench-
ed In silver splitting from the tipped-up
moon.
There was the misty bow, still swing
ing like pendulum over the smooth
sea. There were the pieces OF heavy
machinery, siiver-gray now. instead OF
black; low. fat hatch-cover; and seated
on the edge Of the nearest OF these was
the most beautiful girl that Julian
Thomasson had ever seen.
Some movement. Of his must have
caught her eye, because she turned
quickly and saw him watching her
Presently-or did he only think so?--
she smiled. An exclamation broke from
Julian. and he made o dash for that
shert flight Of stairs that led from the
level OF the prosperous and common
place to the realms Of student paAsen-
gers and dreams.
When he reached the hatch, she had
gone. The deck was eerie and de-
serted.
Undressing In hts stateroorn, Julian
Thomesson faced himself with the
proposition Of being fool That girl
minus the moonlight. minus hts mood
minus the moment, what vas che?
It was q gay day. that third day, a
blue and white day with whisps OF spray
flying from the foamy crests and spar
king In the sunlight. IL Was entirely
too blithe q day TO suit the mood OF a
young gentleman who'd had bad
night. and he siumped into his deck
chair next 70 that calm-eyed elderly
lady without 30 much as q nod.
She closed her book. That's tht
trouble with champagne. isn't it7'
Il beg your PARDON" Julian wal
taken by surprise. IF you are inferrins
that I was drunk last night :"
"Ah, then. 1t must be love" she said
THAT IL worse. Never fall in love or
shipboard"
/ the type Of talk that holIow-eyed fei
low had . right 10 expect. He resented
1 It, Perhaps you will tell me Just wha
you would DO on shipboard, them"
"Oh, / should fall In love" said thu
lady. But We were talking about you
| Julian decided that he must upholt
/ the reputation OF the younger genera
/ tiOn for iconoclaSrn. We'll, Just hoy
much, In dollars and cents, on ship
board or of, DO YOU think love i
! WORTH"
But she only smiled. You can ne
| some very fair love for the price Of
bunch Of secondary violets." she said
| Another kind may cost more THAI
you've got and not be worth half tn
price don't understand just what yo'
mean"
well then, suppose there Is one cir
who rather staggers you. but who
nobody and hasn't a cent, probably, an,
another girl who is hii right, too, al,
10 rich that the price Of anything
q mere matter OF arithmetic. WhicI
would you marry"
IF there is any question about H.,
said the lady, Il would not infiict my
self upon either OF them by the way
my husband discovered who your Ann
Whitfield IT, She's a Girl 80 rich tn
price OF anything is mere matter q
j arithmetic. ] must be going now. Tr
. afraid. Good morning. Lovely moon
light we had last night, wasn't ~"
Julian sat there. wondering just VIVA
that ealm.eyed lady meant He had
{ | feeling that shed taken q verbal sh1