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

She did not mind the ruin of her cos
tune. Il find 1t hard to believe" she
said. that there was ever the soul Of
climber In the body of stoker."
| He laughed. but with touch Of bit
| terness. Yes. I sweated all that out.
| don't want anybody's junk. Did you
know shoveled more coal than Jack
Johnson"
One does not become a stoker by
virtue of mere determination and mus
Gle trained to games. Julian Thomas
SON remained in bed 36 hours with an
aching body and an exhausted nervous
| system. conscious only of lowering vis-
| itors who changed his pillows and fed
| him bouillon. He did not see the many
| masts and roofs of lie Havre. II was
late. and the passengers we're to be dis
embarked in the morning to catch the
| train to Paris.
| JULIAN was one of the last down the
gangplank, and he stood alone in
the huge shed. waiting for the porter to
cring his few bags through the customs.
| 1t felt rather good to be clean again.
| But he was still tired. and he was de-
batting whether he should remain in
lie Havre and take the next boat home
| or go on to Paris. He had nothing to
| so to Paris for.
| Trunks were mounting in great piles.
| Luggage was everywhere, gathered to-
sether into little islands. Porters
dashed about shouting. The trains. side
by side. pulled impatiently. A long line
OF motors was drawn up. waiting. Near
one Of these. a tremendous long blue
| giant of the road. stood blond girl in
gray suit and a felt hat. She was
surrounded by bags of all sizes. with
initials "a. W." on their covers She
dan3led keyring on her finger end
| looked steadily at Julian.
| He felt strangely embarrassed, speak
| ing to her.
II just wonder" he asked. IF you
| happened to get the name and address
of that lady who had the deck chair
next to mine. She was good sort, in
way"
The girl smiled.
Il have It, She lives somewhere in
the south Of France-RoQuebrune. I
think. I could give you a lift to Paris
| Julian"
You mean this is yours?" He nodded
toward the big blue car. The initials
"A. W." caught his eye
Yes" she said Il am Anne Whit
field. Hasn't anybody told you that
yet? You see, that girl on the boat
wanted my suite. and I didn't. But I
my entire identity as we'll"
II was only after some minutes that
the irony of the thing worked through
Juiians surprise, and he found himself
laughing.
TOO bad didn't know who you were.
isn't it," he said
You know now" Her gaze was
downward She was scratching ner-
vously against the blue enamel of the
door with her key. He said nothing
Strying to cover the awkwardness Of the
moment with an idle remark about the
car Its beauty, isn't it?"
Yes" she said Would you-would
you like to have it,"
WHAT" He was puzzled Then he
said mo. dent think would. I
don't really need it
THAT is why I offered 1t, Julian
because you don't need il now. 1t never
matters how much you have as long as
| you don't need 1t. But this car Is just
one of the inconsequential things that
go-with me"
Perhaps that was hard TO say. She
glanced up. frightened. as though ready
| for flight when he took a step toward
| her. There was no moonlight In that
| shed
But they did not miss It. There Is a
time when reality may surpaSs all the
gilded illusion of the seven seas. They
chung to each other while he kissed her
tilted chin. her ears even the top OF
her gray felt hat. and II was then he
noticed big. lopsided IT, scratched
after the "A. W." in the blue enamel OF
the door.
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