Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-02-10

- UNLIGHT SplaSneQ on succeed
walls. 1t splattered on the cob
bled streets of Florence. It
sprayed with gold the summit of
every ripple on the slow-moving
Arno and filled the air with languorous
sweetness. In spite of it all, Allison
Joyce was scowling. She was gloom per-
sonif1ed at her mothers side.
IF we're only in New York today"
walled Allison.
"I know exactly what you are going
to say" interrupted Mrs. Joyce crisply.
"You are going to say that you would
soon be on your way to New Haven and
the game. You are going to tell me
that you prefer watching men push a
silly ball around field to helping me
put an advertisement in the paper for
a butler. Isn't that so?"
Allison grinned.
"Of course" began Mrs. Joyce and
stopped to single file for a man passing
by. His clothes emphasized broad shoul-
ders and lack Of hips. He swung along
with light step and nothing escaped
his wide brown eyes; neither the I'M
compromising four squareness of Mrs.
Wadsworth Joyce, nor the provocative
conscious sweetness of Allison.
Fooled him!" triumphed Allison, skip
ping up. "Got by without pinch!"
"All-i-son!" reproved Mrs. Joyce.
ITO finish my perfectly good American
education" Allison announced mis-
chievously, I'm learning lots Of things.
I've learned to do the crab cakewalk to
escape being pinched. know bella
means pretty and carina means you're
pretty much Of a dear. Men kiss your
hand over here because you're married
and don't kiss mine because I'm not.
Oh, I'm learning lots of things!"
allison" moaned Mrs. Joyce, "how
can make you appreciate the adj
vantages your father and are trying
to give you? Shall we take our letters
to that restaurant where they finish hot
chocolate in cocktail shaker?. It just
might be that you'd feel better If you
had something to eat"
Mrs. Joyce came to a painting halt be-
hind a three-legged table in Allison's
favorite restaurant. There she raised q
copy Of the Paris Herald for a screen
between herself and the world of modern
Italians for whom she had no use, leav-
ing Allison to enjoy her mail In peace.
Allison's letters were full of what was
happening in New York. They made
Allison homesick. She looked around
1Or the cameriere, So that she could
crown her gloominess momentarily in
another cup Of chocolate.
The cameriere was busy. At the next
table man sat before coffee and
brandy. He noted Allison's mute at
tempts to attract the walters attention.
He shouted "Cameriere" and in breath
less Italian sent the man scurrying to
Allison's table. Allison bowed her thanks.
THE man had an amazing way Of bob
- bing up. The first time Allison had
noticed him he was standing beside her
In crowd at the entrance to a cinema.
Her father was buying tickets. The
mans hand brushed Allison's side and
Allison, who by this time had learned a
variation or two on the crab cakewalk,
ground vindictive high French heel
on the mans instep. The man looked
panied, but was henceforth most cor
rect. Allison was able to forget him
entirely until she saw him the next
time, and the next and the next. In
fact, it had been he whom she and her
mother had passed shortly before near
the Pont Santa Trinita. Now he was
drinking coffee and brandy at the next
table. It was curious coincidence.
Most curious indeed, Allison didn't think.
His thick black hair was close cropped
and his muStache was cut as straight
and as Snua re- az an Embellishments To