Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-03-15

speed-toward the unconscious back of Standish
Carroll! She gave a warning whoop-tried
desperately to Notwithstanding black
everything was
THE smell of witch-hazel of wood fire. +. !.
queer dull feeling in her head. Marion
opened her eyes to find herself lying on a
leather couch in strange room.
"A1l right again? That was a nasty spill"
very tall man stood by the couch, looking
down with the incest eyes she had ever seen.
man with plain, queerly attractive face
Standsh Carroll! She sat up suddenly.
Good heavens! Did L? -
"You did. Slam into me. But unfortunately
I'm feet 2 and weigh 100 pounds more
than you do. 1t was like going full tilt into
stone wall I'm afraid you got nasty bump
on your head. Sure you feel all right?''
well :"
"I carried you up here to my cabin. You'd
better take it easy for a bit. When my maid
saw you were coming around all right she went
out to start some tea for u.s."
"Oh, but ;" She was frankly embarrassed
and confused. She didn't feel any triumph at
all, knowing that this was Carroll. She simply
felt like silly person and a nuisance to this
pleasant-voiced man. But of course she hadn't
meant to run him down! But she did feel
shaky when she tried to stand. An open fire.
q snowy afternoon, pleasant company.
She forgot how she had gotten there, and they
fell into easy conversation. He had q good
deal more to say and a better way of saying it
than most of those wiSe-cracking boys Marion
was used to. She found herself answering him
eagerly, and listening with interest to his talk
of France-Italy-the Sweden to which he was
so going He put down his cup and re-
garded her quiZzically.
you're as good as now aren't you?
Now then-what ever made you try that hill?
AS matter of fact. if 1 hadn't been in your
UNIV houn Vnoda fI1a yT101a U0sIfra
very good on skis, you know"
"I'l have to go back now" she said.
"But-Id like so much to see you again.
You'll give me an opportunity, won't you?"
Then Marion surprised herself.
you won't want an opportunity when-when
tell you something, Mr.. Carroll. I hear you
don't like women much. This won't make you
feel any better about them ;" And she told
him, BADLY, in a hurry of frightened words
just how it was she had happened to be on the
east hill that afternoon you see'' she
finished, Il thought could talk you into COM
ing down to the club dance this evening if I
met you II didn't know you'd be so-nice
I'm sorry"
He threw back his head and laughed.
MY dear young lady, you can talk me into
it right now if you want it to. Or, better STILL
I'll talk you into It'll Please may come to the
dance with you tonight? You see-if I'm to
be q diplomat I think owe it to my country
to see lot OF any one who can make and
carry out such bold and complicated plans!
Beautiful feminine diplomacy on skis"
The story doesn't properly end at Lake Placid.
But We must leave it there, with one final
scene. Before the fire in the club room, just
before dinner. Helen Dawes, very dark and
sure of herself, in daring black gown Marion
Slade in the most guileless rose tulle.
"Oh, Helen" says Marion with elaborate
carelessness "Standish Carroll Is coming to the
dance tonight. With me-"
with you! I didn't know you even knew
himi'
"Oh" with 8 sparkle of those innocent blue
eyes, IT ran into him this afternoon"