Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-05-26

you possible assistance. You seemed to be in
distress"
"Dstress?" The young lady did a few dolphin
plunges and an expert roll. Distress? I'm
more at home in water than on land. Oh,
you mean the tears"
Eyes, I mean the tears" He followed her up
the boarding ladder to that yachts deck. "You
see the Mediterranean Is salty enough as 1t
is" he said and was secretly pleased with the
remark. gentleman should have the right
word at the proper moment. you'll pardon
my addressing you without an introduction.
hope. I'm Mr.. Kirby ROBERTS, as matter
Of fact"
"Oh. really! I'm Miss Scripps," she said
and offered him a cane deck chair with pretty
dignity. do you know, something urges me
to confide In you, Mr.. Roberts. Isn't 1t q GU
rious fate that we should happen to meet Ike
that-just when most needed help, or at least
q confidant? Do you believe in fate. Mr..
Roberts?" -
MIR. ROBERTS admitted his fatalisn. eyes,
one realizes as he gets Older" he said. "that
what viii be viii be-"
That's so true" agreed Miss Scripps. "of
course" she went on, .you must not think I'm
quite as old IS look. Mr.. Roberts: I'm 50
often taken for ~ or %. I'm really T.
think experieSce, and especially unhappy ex-
perience, inevitably leaves its mark" -.
IT only hope" he said solelnnly Chat
can. in some manner tighten TIE burden Of
your unhappy experiences Miss scttpps
The nlac-coiored eyes cleaned with new
tears. "If only-.had some one to confide In"
she said. Some one who would sympathise
and not condemn. You see, Mr.. Roberts, ITS
about my-mother." She covered her face. and
Mr. Roberts feared for the moment, that she
could only recover her poise by more diving.
But she fought 1t out brayely, alone. IT'S SO
terrible, Mr. Roberts, to have o mother whom
,F xutIO vOli
YOU realize, Mr.. Roberts"-Miss Scripps pretty
white throat was full Of husky tragic throbs--
that this is not even our yacht?" - "a
Mr.. Roberts hadn't realized It, but he was
more interested In what she'd said about
mothers He leaned forward intently. Miss
Scripps I know can help YOU. feel for
you about your mother. know exactly what
YOU mean. I shall give you confidence and
help and perhaps-perhaps, you also can
strengthen me- I, too"-his gaze fell In the
shame Of admssion-"I, too-have an Uncle
George -. :. ia. 4. ~ ,.s.. ~ --.sst =. r
MIS- scripps' fingers touched his arm with
impnlsiye sympathy. I'VE must be friends. At
least, I hope your Uncle George does not go
on yacht parties and make love right and left
before your very eyes. That's what the naen
on this yacht do. Even Mr.. Dixon, who owns
it. And the ladies Of the party. permit 1t.
It's mot. Of course, that do not believe IN
love- think that love must be the most
wonderful thing in the world"
YES" agreed Mr.. Roberts thickly, sit Is.
But not for mothers and guardians. Perhaps
we can lead them. to understand that Shall
we try? will you shake hands on that, Miss
Scripps?" -
BY this time Mr.. Roberts stood at the bottom
Of the boarding ladder, bowling adieu to his
collaboration in reform. The dignity OF his
farewell however was marred when he lost his
hold on the ladder and plunged into the cold
water Of reality, otherwise the Bay Of Cannes
But he recovered himself bowed while he trOd
water and struck out for the pier. His dignity
IN tlaf