Evening star., 1935-08-04

light to his lips; young man very
conscious of his power, his dark head
bare, his riding hat and crop in his
gloved hand.
She remembered then that Marshall
had told her that Raoul De Prudentio
was the military attache of his coun-
try's legation. "One of those restless
South American countries. Betsy, al
ways looking for trouble" Marshall
had said. 'Raouls father is Presi-
dent and his cousins, uncles and
nephews are the cabinet. His grand
father was President and I strongly
suspect that Raoul will be the next
one. They're a powerful family
Money. Generations of supremacy
That sort of thing" He had turned
and looked at Betsy. Women are mad
about Raoul You didn't find him too
attractive. did you, honey?"
Il wish" Raoul was saying, that
I could paint. Under these live oaks,
your blond hair flying gold in the
breeze, your blue eyes" He bowed
low before her and finished suavely,
You are beautiful"
The blood crept high in Betsy's
cheeks. She had never thought that
she possessed any beauty not
even prettiness, really. Marshall was
always telling her that she was beau
tiful. Tommy Collins, the young red
head who roomed at her home and
wrote poetry, swore that it was her
golden hair that inspired him. The
young man on the yacht last night
had said things about her voice and
eyes and smile; and John Storm had
told her that her laugh was like silver
bells. But she had never thought
that the men who complimented her
actually meant what they said; they
were just being sweet.
please don't f1atter me-" she said.
1T embarrasses me. Cross my heart. u
And she crossed her heart.
Raoul respected her for that and
told her so. He stood back on the
spurred heels of his boots looking at
her. She was beautiful. He hadn't
flattered her. She was like an angel
on a stained glass window of cathe-
dral an ethereal beauty. Her
delicate features, classic in design
were translucently white, pink show
ing in her round cheeks. Her hair
which waved a little, was gold with
out a touch of sun: now in the full
light of afternoon its own brightness
seemed to melt and fuse with the sun
set. Her eyes beneath crescent brows
were wide and blue as cornf1owers; you
could look into them but never see
their depths. Her lashes were thick
and dark and swept oddly toward her
temples. Yet, it was her smile that
made her more than beautiful A."
smile that dimpled the corners OF
her mouth and gave her an express
sion as ingenious as child's.
Betsy smiled now, even tips of white
teeth flashing. Something caught in
Raouls heart. The laughter died out
of his eyes and in its place was a
softness that had never before been in
them. A philandering young man who
was suddenly ashamed Of his past.
81 walked over here from the Office, .
Betsy said. "I do it very often. I love
the Potomac, the white sails like moths
creeping over the water, the wind In
nv face, Her sweet voice
trailed of. For a moment seeing
Raoul had made her forget a long
maroon Limousine, two figures huddled
In one corner of the rear seat.
Raoul tapped the thong Of his riding
crop against his palm.
Going to Jennie Travers' dinner
party tonight?"
Betsy looked surprised. "Why-y,
yes"
Going with Marshall?"
Now she smiled. Right again. You
aren't a mind reader, are you?"
He shook his sleek head. mo, just
a clever young ban who telephoned
Jennie this nornRg and asked o few