Evening Star Newspaper, May 31, 1921, Page 31

« o SFEATU Reve (Coprright, by Li (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) | CHAPTER IX. i A BOX AT THE ALHAMBRA. The baroness lowered her lorgnettes and turned toward Wrayson. “There is a man,” she remarked, “in the stalls. who flads us apparentl more interesting than the perform- ance. 1 do not see very well even with my glasses, but I fancy. no! 1 am quite sure, that his face is familiar to me." Wrayson leaned forward from his seat in the back of the box and looked downward. Therc was no mistaki the person indicated by the baroness, nor was it possible to doubt his ob- vious interest in their little party Wrayson frowned slightly as he re- turned his greeting. ! “Ah. then. you know him." the ba roness declared. “It is a friend, with- out doubt. “He belongs to my club,” Wrayson answered. “His name is Henea; 1 beg fonr pardon! 1 hope that wusn't my fault.” ¥ The baroness had dropped her lorg- nette on the floor. She stooped in- | stantly to discover them. rejecting almost peremptoriiy Wraysons aid When she sat up up again she pushed her chair 2 little further bac “It was my clumsine: she declared. “Ah! it is more restful here. The lights are a little trying in front. You are wiser than I. my dear Louise. to have chosen a seat back there.” She turned toward the girl as she spoke, and Wrayson fancied that} there was some subtle meaning the swift glance which passed b tween the two. Almost involuntarily he leaned forward once more and looked downward. Heneage's inscru- table face was still upturned in their direction. There was nothing to be read there. not even curiosity. ' AS the eyes of the two men met, Heneage rose and left nis seat. “You know my friend. perhaps™” Wrayson remarked. “He is rather an interesting person.” The baroness shrugged ders. | “We are cosmopolitans. Louise and | 1.~ she remarked. “We wander about 80 much that we meet many people whose names even we do not remem- ber. Is it not so, cherie>” Louise assented carelessiy. The in- cident appeared to have interesied her but slightly. She aione seemed to be taking an interest in the perform- ance. which from the first-she had followed closely. More than once Wrayson had fancied that her atten- tion was only simulated in order to avoid conversation. “This ballet,” she remarked, “is wonderful. 1 don't believe that vou people have seen any of it—you, espe- cially, Amy. her shoul- The baroness glanced toward the stage. My d.ar Louise,” she said. “vou | share one great failing with the ma- jority of your country-people. You cannot do more than one thing at a time. Now I can watch and talk. Truly. the dresses are ravishing. Dou- cet ever conceived anything more delightful than that blend of greens! Tell me about your mysterious-look- | ing friend, Mr. Wrayson. Is he, too, an_editor™” Wrayson shook his head. “To tell you the truth he said, know very little about him." “He is one of those men who sel- dom talk about themselves. He is a barrister, and he has written a Yolume of travels' A clever fellow. 1 beiieve. but possibly Wwithout am bition. At any rate. one never hears of his doing anything now.” “Perhaps.” the baroncss remarked, with her eyes upon the stage. “he is one of those who keep their own counsel. in more Ways than one. He does not jook like-a man who has no object in life.” Wrayson glanced downwards at the empty stall. “Very likels.” he. admitted care- | lessiy “and yet nowadays. it is a littie difficult isn't it. to do anything really worth doing. and not be found out?” They say that the press is| Iynx-eved.” Louise leaned a little forward in her chair. : “And you." she remarked. “are an! editor! ‘Do you fael quite xafe, Am3 Mr. Wrayson may rob us of our mosi cherished secrets. Her eyes challenged his. her lips were parted in a siight smile. Un- derneath the levity of her remark he was fully conscious of the under- of serious meaningz. T am not afraid of Mr. the baroness answered. smiiing. age and my dressmaker are the only two things I Keep entirely to m self. and 1 don’'t think he is likely 10 guess either.” “And vou?' he asked, looking into her companion’s eyes. “There are many things.” swered in a tone. keeps to oneself. with regard to them are impossible And yet— H She paused. Her eyes seemed to | be following out the mystic design | painted upon her fan | “And yet™ he reminded her under his_breath. Tet.” toward she continued. glancing | the baroness. and lowering | her voice as though anxious not to! be overhead. “there is something poisonous. T think. about secre have them known without closing them would be very often—a great relie He leaned a little toward her “Is that a challenge?" he asked, “if I can find out " { The color left her face with amaz- | ing suddenness. She drew away from him quickiy. Her whisper was almost a moan. “No! for God's sake. no’" she mur- mured. “I meant nothing not think that I was speak: myself.” “I boped that you were,” he an- swered simp The baroness turned in her chair . as though anxious to Jjoin in the eonversation. At that moment came a knock at the door of the box. Wray- son rose and opened it. Haneage stood there and entered at once though his coming were the m natural thing in the worid “Thought 1 recognized you,” ha| remarked. shaking hands with Wray- #on. “1 believe, too, 1 may be mix- taken. but I fancy that I have had the pleasure of meeting the Baroness de Sturm.” The Laroness with a smile. turned toward him | Nevertheless, Wray- | #on noticed what _Scemed to him al strange thing. The siim-fingered. ! bejeweled hand. which rested upon the ledge of the box. was tremblinz. ' The baroness was disturbed “At Brussels. 1 believe” she re marked, inciining her head gra- xly. | At Brusseis, certainiy.” he an- vered, bowing low. She turned to uise. “Louise.” she said. “you must let me present Mr. Heneage—Miss Deve- | ney. Mr. Henage has a cousin, | be- lieve, of the same name. in the Bel- gian legation. | remember you éance with him at the P: The two exchanged greetings Heneage accepied a chair and spoke of the performance. The conversa- | tion became general and of stereo- typed form. Yet Wravson was un- casily conscious of something under- neath it _all which he could not fathom. The atmosphere of the box was oharged with some electrical disturbance. Heneage alone seemed thoroughly at his ease. He kept hi seat until the cloge of the perform- | ance, and even then secmed in no. hurry to depart. Wrayson. however, took his cue from the baroness. who | was obviously anxious for him to go | “Goodnight. Hen he suid may see you at the club later” | Heneage smiled a little eddly as he | turned away. . *“Perhaps,” he said. It was not until they were on their way out that Wrayrson realized that she was slipping away from him THE AVENGER BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM. A Tale of Political Intrigue and Private iTas RE-PAGE: nge. ttle, Brown & Co.) once more. Then he took his into his hands and spoke bold I wonder.” he said, “if 1 might be allowed fo see vou ladies home I have somethi to to M Fitzmaurice.” he added simply, t ing to the baron “By all mean ciously. “if you don’t mind rather an uncomfortable seat. 1t We are sta in Battersea. seems a out. but it is quiet. and | Jike it - “In tersea™ Wrayson repcated | vaguel The = baroness looked over her shovlder. sy Wers ding on the pavement. waiting for their eleetric brougham. “Yes:" she answered. dropping her ! ce,a little. “in Frederic Mansions the by, we are ne -ve, are we not?" “Quite clese on Wrayson an- wered T live the next block of flats The baroness looked again over her shoulder, Your friend. she w Mr. pered. . Louise e for caliers. mply.” v 3 and the carr ided off. Hen had been with v few feet of them when they b started. and. although his attention | appeared to be clsewhere haroness’ caution was obviously i {tified e leared lack among the! tittle cushions with a “Mg Wrayson k’ir Mr. He friend of yvours Wrayson shook his head. “I do not think that a inquired call himself Hencage partic friend.” he answered. “He ceédingly reticent about him. his doin, He is a man wi of us know much of.” The baroness leaned a forward. “Mr. Heneage.” she said slaw sociated in my mind with dars svents which. just at pres:.nt, he answered gra- age is close are | . that the igh of relief.| “miay particular ¢ man could THE EVENING -8TAR, WASHINGTON, D. C. TUESDAY, —By Herbert Johnson. HEAVILY BURDENED EXECUTIVE DISCUSSING PROBLEMS 0F BUSINESS WITH KIS BOARD OF DIRECTORS — Crit_ical Moments. SAME MAN DISCUSSING THE RECENT SLUMP IN HIS SAME WITH THE GOLF PROFESSIONAL and re on be = = ...—_—__———I rdam are .. Perhaps ! how (o behave in publi ded e M Wl HOME NURSING AND HEALTH HINTS || e that man o R el BT T hl ohs “We do not often meet.” Wravson H answered. “and ours an’ BY M. JUSSIE T CH. cquaintane It is neve to be more. 1= = = == “So much the better.” the baroness | N ; e declared. “Don’t you agrec with me. | i ykiss pressed on his forehead Louise ™ H A Fishhook Catastrophe. | "But he forzot to asx “I do not like Mr. He | Jerry M father were go- | About noon. after a breathless mo zirl answered Tut ing a Saturday in|ing of sitting a ! a mous never spoken a dozen Wwords (0 him | curiy summer. and so carly in the 5 “You have known him i imorning that the dawn W but a son ked the baron flush in the t as the ox- She shrugmed her shoulders and | .iieq small bov cmzerly crent down | tooked out of the windor |icited smalli bow ‘eagerly 1} Qi - “Never that. quite.” i answered. | Stairs. The birds wers twitteringlgor in hos put his hand ' “I know enough of hawever. tolsleepily in the tree tops grass | back nd i an be quite sure that the advice Which |us c Bby el Sieooine a into his thumb. It hics I have given you is good. |was conwenhs wih dew. StepRteg Lo, and it hurt so terribly The carriage drew up in the Athert [£ingerly into the dew Wity ) bite s 1ps Ly keep road. within a hundred yards or sobare feet, Jerry gasned coid. | y of iNeassgng boa biogicofifiats. The . Just then b ther into the s, JH‘Y‘."‘[“" DTy R Tt and have a Woodshed. with fishinx basket stuns samEncn whisky and soda.” she said to Wray- jover his srm. and called the child to, hims-1f o that it ; i Tooking |EXEAE H.s mother urzed quanti-| DIOBible was not Jerre's fault, so he o answered, = £ teady thore. son. | iin- | he answered. 100KiNZ |y es of milk upon him. gave him or- o e e T put that wired The baroness passed on. Lonise |angzes to put in pocket and warne | with a slight shrug of the shoulders. | him aganst drinking water from the | Jerry held out his hand. His father followed her | it e O ued in Tomorrow's Star,) | Fiver. She asked him if he had his 500 020l G 08 Shed the harb on lunch basket packed and a dozen the end of the hook right on lother things he had almos) forgo! the skin. and pinched the Raspberry Muffins. n the joy of going of for a v i the wire ente s metin To two cups of sifted flour, onme- 02y ¢ fishing with h ther, deep. He then ) &5 £Hoe Vthe sx ke ant man rema nder of t 1 hurt. bu* half cup of sugar and a pinch of salt | Finally thay off. tramping Jerry was so inter in disco gradually add three-fourths of a cup Cown the road bright summer ing what his fath d wanted the 5f sweet milk and two tablespoonfuls |morning. The smail boy's heart™=was wire cutter for that he forgot to even of melted butter. Then pu! in the fAuttering like a bird uader his little wince volke of two eggs and beat the mix- Eingham shirt father. squeczing the wound a| ture thoroughly. Now add twe tea-; Then Je fonz, . &0 it bied more drew a spoonfals of baking powder and the deep whis 3 d for- cleun handkere pocket well-beaten whites of two eggs. Have | 20ilen something. for b in it. ready washed and dried one cup of ;it. dad. What did vou f £ ome hot water firm raspberr Sprinkle i | “The wire cutter” said his father. some kind. son with flour and put into the mufin|“Ask mother for it. It is in the 4ol n. and batter. This recipe will make onc|C bok. As soon as we | dozen delicicus muffins. | "As he flew back for the wire eutter I'll turn ¥ou over to vour mothe : Jerry wondered why his father want- And though the day shortened, o =————— . ed i they wer 3 s | b of the ac . Jerry never _ Running upstairs irstead of wa'k- s out of breath from run- | forgot. 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That's no cause for dis- Don’t scoff at one who runs ittls Bear that littie Bear was Boxer. | o, h C o o B nE A He'll live to scoff at you some ¢ Again_he reached over and turned | Comny but rather for striving a ol Mr. Bluffer over. nstant Le took his | ittle harder—if the g is_ worth “I guess we don't know much.” said [P away Bluffer rolled onto his)while. If it isnt. on second thought, Boxer to his twin sister, Woof-Woof. | “Afother Bear chuckled, “1 told you Fifive for that pariicular toin as the two little cubg were talking |said she, “that it is a# easy matte we attract happiness to us, - over their meetings with Bluffer the |10 maks Dluffer give himself away and happiness is a fickle jade aml Adder. “I guess we've got a lot tol must feel the force of attraction -if learn. ‘It was bad enough to be she makes us more th a fleeting fooled once by that fellow, butt to be Visit—we must put our lives on mn fooled a second time makes me feel.! honest basis. Wanting a thing just pretty small and very foolish. But because another has it, regardless bt how were we to know he wasn'ty 'K‘]:‘;uj bl _vh.'ur us. isn't honest. De- learn. 1t was bad enough. to be £ something just to shine dead? 1 ask you, Woof Woof. how were 20me one else iame Gonest. mor iz he we to know he wasn't dead?” . abit of putting on hotter fromt “I'll show you one of these days.” | than that whick is behind will wae- said Mother Bear, who had come up ran just in time,to hear Boxer. “It is an oft-repeated saying that prople casy matter to make Bluffer give him- by what they can see of our self away. Most pretenders will do outward show has been much over- the same thing ir ysg watch them| worked. Like many oft-repeated sa Glosely énonphs ings. it iS but half the truth, and A week lat Mother Bear was as half truths have a rebound that is net £00d as her word. S 1 the twins pleasant Ii's teme/ that superficul [were walking noisclessly when they | lends loak anly at tbe outsige —but jeame out ints an open. sunny place g The merely to that va- took Bluffer the Adder by sur- e . |:“‘L "’mfl;\l:mnflN‘ S - had been taking a sun for prevarication. Ntraightforwardness | threw himself into a fi ion % -“{“'}"".»“ L l”f‘ e lose seif-respegt, swelled 3 e o = b 5 *ma nge. |zwetied his neck aut an ] . | 1f we'we zrown so hardened wigh re Jumped < G THEY HAD CAUGHT HIM.® -desire that we cannot see this, L rf"m e ped s FHIED OLD ME. TOAD. we've Jost one of life’s dearest posses.. e s - | sions. What we may zain will ne Lot S {Wwhen he is playing dead. He Seems | muke adequate recompen<e. 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