Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-08-11


had been, recalled, the faint rustling of silk
More likely. it had been the Duchess herself,
who had remembered leaving her money
lying about and come to rescue it. And vet
that didn't check, either; for why should the
yellow feather have been left there in the
moneys place? 1t was all very puzzling. and
vet until had real reason to believe the
money had been stolen, it was none of my
business; fact which did not somehow, dis
miss the matter from my mind.
slept late the following morning, and my
first thought on Weakening was Of Prince
Mario lay for a lazy moment or two luxu-
Rating in my memories What would he do
now Had the whole affair been just a carnival
nterlude which he would expect me to forget.
or had he meant that kiss? And if he had
meant it. what them After all. he hadn't even
suggested calling me. Nothing was altered.
really unless he intended that it should be.
But for me the world was changed | was
in love and wanted to shout about it, to
cry about it, and | did neither Like any
sensible, modern young woman who knows
that one kiss does not make a marriage license.
| got up. took a shower and slipping into
pair OF lounging pyjamas, strOlled down to the
terrace where the others were already toying
with a late breakfast
Jacks long body was flung across his chair
in his usual languid fashion, and he was eyeing
Marcia with soulful look which came partly
from love and partly from mixing his drinks
the night before. Marcia was pale and silent
and obviously on edge but Lady Emily who
had long ago become so weather beaten by
parties that the strongest carnival going
didn't even scratch her surface. YVES abomin-
ably full of vitality and inclined to gossip.
Some more marmalade. please" she was
demanding of Jack as came up and another
spot of kidney Sit down. Christophine. so
you won't fall down when tell you the latest:
The Urbtini has paid her gambling debtsr'
A swift interest swept Marcia face. Are
you absolutely sure?" she asked. How do
you know"
We'll. should know, shifted the English
woman. She owed me flyer and, frankly, Id
never expected to see it. The Du Bots got
pleasant surprise. too last night"
Marcia still seemed doubtful. but Lady Emily
was emphatic.
Nearly three thousand dollars" she in
sisted I'VE had rubber of bridge after
supper, and she settled in cash.
Marcia smiled her curious crooked smile
which was, Thought almost sneer. Bridget
she said contemptuously. "On a carnival
night! I'll bet you'll have them play bridge,
instead of hymns, at your funeral"
MOI retorted Lady Emily. Too many
people would feel obliged to bid spades
Don't" moaned Jack.
A servant approached. Prince Mario di
Rigon on the telephone" he said.
Marcia threw down her napkin and got to
her feet.
He asked for Miss Chrstophine, said the
servant. embarrassed.
One look at Marcia's face froze the sudden
warmth which surged in me. A dark crimson
of anger had spread over her cheeks and
throat. and she controlled herself with diff
flculty.
II might have guessed she said coldly
Then she turned to me. We'll. you little fool
she snapped. What are you waiting for
My permission? Well you have it ~ I'm
always liberal with my employees
Her tone was like a whip lash, and |
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