Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-08-04
Nathan cakes
Loved Ethel De-
votedy and, Un-
fmtunateyfmHs
Peace of Mind,
She KnegU 1t. So
YmHaUe an Idea
Hogv This Anthor
Treats an Interest
ing Subject.


bronzed Young men in kniekerbock-
ers. brightly dressed women and chill
Sren girls all about, gir.S with bare,
tanned arms and cool eyes. Negro porte4S
pressed through carrying luggage. There was
clatser and the noise of motors in low speed
and a gable Of laughter and talk. In few
minutes the big white steamer would pull out.
Nathan Cakes, carrying his own suit ease,
moved irresoluteIy toward the gangway, where
a QuaTtermaster was examining tickets. He
shouldn't have come. in wrong" he thought
confusedly, "as usual" For a moment he even
stopped short. Perhaps he wouldn't &c, after
all But that, he knew, was no more than an
Grant thought
For Ethel was over at Nantucket. He'd
have to 20. Even If Charlie Demar was there,
too Charlie had sworn he'd go along, and
Ethel hadn't discouraged him. Its battle to
the DEATH" thought Nathan, who was only q
and suffered the tortures of the imagination.
TITS bitter war. To the death. One OF US
wins he or l."
Nathan was handsome youth, big blond,
with dreaming blue eyes and a sensitive mouth
that rather belied the athletic frame. The
girls were all stealing glances at him. He
knew that The fact touched q sore spot.
Girls always wanted to meet him; but, as in
evitzbly before he'd talked long, their interest
faded.
He heard low, impassioned voices right ct
hand. A young woman, beautiful really beau
tiful, slim. dressed with expensive simplicity;
an oval face with great dark eyes that burned
with emotion, and 8 perfectly chiseled mouth.
She carried herself like q Ooyal princess. He
stole another glance. She was young, but q
person. There was flash Of authority about
her an air Of unsuitable position in the world.
He thought, Perhaps she is a princess. They
come to America. Lots Of them, these days.
And some of them speak English perfectly"
TIE man was more puzzling. Striking In
appearance, young enough, with bold eyes
and noticeable mobility of expression. Not
at all the tight-hpped sort. Handsome, in .
way. Yes, decidedly. Something or other out
of the ordinary. Even his costume was odd
q fun suit Of white hannels, a yachting cap
minus insignia, black-and-white sport Shoes
What he could see of the fellows hair appeared
to have curiously regular wave. Marched"
thought Nathan, and was vaguely repelled.
by Joe, then" the man broke out, In o
bitterly suppressed voice. I'm take this boat"
He had her by the arm
The girl wrenehed away. "If you do" she
said with note Of throbbing passion in her
responsive vibration IN Nathans nervous sys-
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board"
Nathan started. The fellow couldn't see
But the girl could. Her unhappy eyes met
his In flashing glance. Just for . moment
Nov the fellow had her arm again. Nathan
moved forward half q step before he could
catch himself. But the girl broke away and,
walking rapidly to the gangplank, disappeared
aboard the boat. The actor-fellow gazed after
her, his underlip trembling in what Nathan
thought an Nnnanly way. Then he turned
and ran toward the ticket ONCE.
bsA changed The steamers whistle
bEeathed hOarsely in o mighty effort then
broke forth in deafening sound There was
hurry and hustle about the pier. Nathan
braced himself and went aboard Why not?
Why be shamefaced about IL? Didn't a man
have to fight for the woman he loved? Ethel
knew he loved her. He'd be alone on the boat,
He could think. Shape up some plan Of cam
paigning And occupy himself making
sketches. Human types. And the gulls. It
would be interesting to draw the gulls. He
was forever making his little sketches . on
restaurant menus, on the street, even in sub
way ears on the backs Of envelopes. Every
where.
ehirpy feminine voice fell upon his ears,
'.-c1- m, l. it isn't Natllon!" Tbs on the