Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-08-04

breaking the spell winch enVeiOpeu US.
So just shut off my common sense
and went on gay, sentimental jag.
The mood was contagious, and pres
entity we were Laughing again, poking
our noses into all sorts Of odd streets,
sampling the wares at the Absinthe
House Bar, and finally lunching at
small unpretentious cafe, where the
food may or may not have been excel
lent l am sure neither of us could
have told the difference, and the
memory took away was not of some
famous plat du jour, but of his eyes as
he leaned toward me across the little
table. Nothing was said. There are
some things which don't need saying.
But before we parted I knew l had
only to make some sign, and both our
carefully planned little careers would
crumble. went home free in actually,
but gloriously conscious that l was in
love - deeply and terribly in love -
and that could do something about
it any time I wished to stop being
sensible.
Marcia was alone on the secluded
back gallery when returned. and l
noticed at once that she was in a ter
rife mood. When she saw me, she set
down her highball and signalled me to
a chair.
Chris. you can't imagine what
happened!' she began at once.
sank into the big wicker seat with
guilty shudder. because as I thought.
could imagine pretty correctly.
tits been disgusting day." Marcia
went on. The Prince had to 60 and
lunch with some important men.
down in the business district, and I got
the Duchess alone. And can you inn
agine such thing, she wouldn't sell
me that pendant?"
"Oh. Marciar' l cried. you didn't
really try to buy it,"
81 told you I was going to-" She
swept my protest aside as if it were too
childish to be regarded. "And the old
trump, she was absolutely insulted!
Treated me like - like an - an
American
"Is that an INSULT" I demanded,
laughing despite myself. Pm be-
ginning to think it's great COM
pliment!
Don't be silly" she snapped. "You
know perfectly well what mean
as if were dirt under her royal feet"
did she say anything?" began
cautiously. Il mean anything par
ticular about the pendant?"
''She said a lot of Italian" retorted
my employer contemptuously. what
ever it may have meant. And I'd
brought three thousand dollars in
cash along. Why. I simply don't get
the idea. Those people are broke. they
are living off the Du Bots I'll bet, and
yet she has the nerve ;. it burns me
up, Christophine! I'm not accustomed
to being turned down, and I'll get
that pendant YETI
1t was on the tip Of my tongue to
tell her how and when it could be got,
but at that instant commotion in
the front of the house attracted Our
attention. A hearty masculine voice
was disputing with that of the small
colored page boy whom Marcia, per-
haps from some conception of her own
about creole households, had added
to our staff.
mo, suhI" said the boy. Il CANT
let you in, sub! She didn' say muffin
bout suspecting no genlmun, and l
got to denounce you irst!'
'See them bones?" drawled the big
rich voice. "Well, I'll roll you to see
II get in or not"
Good heavensw exclaimed Marcia
incredulously. tits Jack Tower"
Sure it isr' said demurely. "You
said l could invite anyone wanted,
didn't you? I sent for him."
"Christophine!" she said. Curl
ously disturbed note in her voice.
"Why had no idea - you little cat