Evening Star Newspaper, January 20, 1929, Page 86

By Stephen Morehouse Avery He Felt Secure Against Match-Making Wiles. white-headed old 3 "mnymm @l Cas- l Prince Umberto, took their aperitifs on the terrace of their | villa. The hour was soft and Wamm. | The low, arching palm branches salsamed in & gentle breeze. The hum | aflmmwt&a\overml garden wall. and they heard the regu- Iar, sleepy breathing of & pamted blue | #*a against the strip of beach. | So much for a charming indoience | that might so easily have blinded one to a certain gleam of keenness in the princess’ black eves, that notorious wit | of hers, and to the quite evident pain | in Umberto's normally fair and pleas- | ant countenance. Ny | clear that, were indolent, their minds were both | nctive and uncomfortable and to & de- gree that only A desperate mne!" worry could possibly explain or excuse. | His princess mother wanted ® kpow | just what Umberto, as head of the | family. was going to do about it. Umberto wanted to know much the same thing. “What does cne do?” he | asked. { His mother shook her head. can borrow, to be sure, Umberto, said, “but mot always. There is. ap-| parently, a limit, even to mortgages, and I'm afraid hopes are clsewhere. | Can't you think? | Umberto could think, but he didn’t | want to. He ressated its necessity and | Wokid have been far happier racing his six-geter sloop in & fool's wind, or ski- jumping some yawming and bottomiess Swiss Alpine chasm. Thinking wis an tion for sleepiess nights, or those regular periods in the hospital while one’s legs and ribs were mending after & successful regimental steeplechase. At any other time, he feit, it was sheer morbidity. ‘Whatever his feelings. however, be prince, poet, peasant, or pawnbroker, when & men is broke, so %o speak, he thinks, and thinks hard. The centu- ries-old fame of Umberto’s family snd title was scarcely negotiable. The beauty of his island estate in the moun- isolation of Castellagno. so high on & craggy peak that a former Jord of the fair-haired. hawk-eyed Beltramini had for decades withstood there trian invader—aithough Umberto him- self always considered the bieak dis- dence these memories and all the perquisitex of his T80k were of little use when it came to making the automobile whee! it and last of these béing in ¥ cumstances inappropriate, I'd marry. y. Td marry & beautiful all I could say you go0od horse when you saw one.” * % *x % Um. still making inarticulate sounds of protest, paced back and forth on the terrace, trying to interrupt and object to all this, He knew how quickly these casual ideas of his mother’s, once under WAy, hardened into a masked, but iron-bound, deter- mination, impossible to break or éven seriously to bend. Also he’d had con- siderable observation of general, and he felt that it might very easily be too severe a for al remedy “Besides.” he sald most any ill. , “you forget, my dear mother, that I am already in love. I'm in love with Eileen Davisson, Col. Davisson's daughter. Everybody says I am, any- ‘way. Elleen herself says so. And she's 8 sportswoman. If I must have a wife, 1, at least, deserve one who isn't afraid her horse will bite her.” © But the Princess Beltraminl di tellagno was entirely -unmoved. nt yet.” she mused, as though she hadn't even heard his objections, “it is a little sad for me to think that ‘the beautiful & phrase known in five soon refer to another ‘There is & recompense only in my confidence that our new little as- d in | th wouldn't the Dbest earth——" The old princess seemed to relish that. She reclined in her chair and smiled over it. “The father, of course, is the determined one,” she went on. | “It seems he made one of those fatal promises to the child’s mother—that he would carry through the mother's mat- rimonial ambitions for their daughter, in spite of the little thing's predilection | for dishonest chauffeurs. And the mother was very ambitious. She would manage to have a prince in the family, i_ it were the ‘last act of her life— which, in & way, it was, poor lady. So there you are, my dearc Remember that romantic psychology is obtuse and | be prepared for a conquest. At | . to be sure, vour bride doesn’t istence—— “An ignorance” interrupted Um- berto, “that I.shalli do my utmost to P marry wop on reserve. I shall mot wed nor woo nor have anything to do with this girl. IT 1 wanted a wife I'd get one lke Eileen Davisson, who, &t least, knows a snaffie from a curb. But I don’t want a wife. And I will bave nothing to do with such a distasteful, i not dishonorable, scheme. Is that understood?” But the Princess Beltramini di Cas- | tellagno was & wise old lady. and she only smited the more tranquilly. t “'x s A FORTNMEHT later, just at that same hour of the same »ort of sunlit day. the old Princess Beltra- mini di Castellagno went to the ter- race for her aperitif. She was not her- seif. There was a rage in her black eyes, and her crown ef defiant white hair toppled dangerously. It was cer- tainly an fmposition upon even a matri- monial schemer to drag her four U in the same week to Casanova, or ai other night clubd. fust to satisfy her in- passion for .| &5 he was about to depart. the | American Jady behind THE SUNDAY HINGTON, D. C, JANUARY 20, 1929—PART T. STAR. 'WAS you examine the blade of your kitchen carving-knife, Vincenzo, you will find | imprinted upon it the words ‘Springer | Stainless Steel.” She made a_signi- | ficant gesture toward the third floor bedroom, where old George B. Spring- er was conceivably, at the stropping his stainless razor. As a matter of fact, George B. Springer was doing nothing of the sort. He had already shaved and pows dered his square and scamy counten- ance, and was day-dreaming over the selection of his shirt. There was @ lavender shirt that tempted him every morning, and there was a figured white shirt. Emmeline made such a moment, they made a difference o women—and natarally, all the more difference to princesses. “Not that that” he said, without conviction, “makes any differ- ence at all to an ol war-horse like me. But the princess was unaware of the stiiring she had caused in her guest's breast. Her mind was on another race, as they say, and she stopped Vincenzn “I wanted to ask you, Vincenzo, about the Prince Umberto. I understand he remains out and, when here, dines in his rooms. Has e been observed otherwise?” Vincenzo stiffened, aware of his divided loyalty. “The prince ,was observed. Altissima, the night th® marauder at- tempted to scale the villa wall, and, as some think, did not fall, but was pulled down from behind and quite severcly punched. The gardener saw the prince doing the punching. Also, the eve- ning of the young American lady's din- ner for the acrobat, I mysell saw the Prince Umberto lingering in the hail- why and peering in at the guosts. That was shortly before the Marquis de ia Haye, having failed to de\“a':n the young e nocent little viettn's Lat Springer E CAN BORROW, TO BE SU ——e e 'S, emerged with & swelling on his head RE, UMBERTO.” SHE SAID. “BUT uss about his shirts that he supposed | T shattered, and the breakfast cream is being repeatedly stolen.” A “hush” {rom his mistress silencec Vincenzo as Emmeline and her father came out for their Arst breath of air. George B. Springer wore a gay gray hat and a lavender shirt and, after kissing the princeéss' fingers like a man, he ir vited her to join him in a little prome- nade. She deciined. She was watching ne, who had gone to the low stone balustrade to wave her father a blithe farewell. And Emrmeline stretch- ed her young arms as if to embrace something or somebody or everybody, and said, "Well!—I do prefectly adore this place. “And it reciprocates, my dear,” said the princess wearily. “At least, it knows you're here. “Oh, yes,” said Emmeline, joining the princess under her marquee. “By the way, where's your son, princess? I think you've been holding out on me. You're quite safe in bring- ing him out, because I'm in love wich somebody else. you know.” That last struck home, and the prin- cess roused herself. “But you don't mean it! Somebody else?” Then she re- covered hersell. “But you don't know Umberto. After Umberto there isn't anybody else. Well, then, who is this somebody else, Emmeline? Not that chauffeur?” “No, indeed,” said Emmeline. “I've lost my taste for chauffeurs. It's a second butler this time, and it'’s much, much worse.” “It's a what? A second butler!” “Oh, yes, princess.” Emmeline was seidom aware when people were shoaked. “You sce, I like the common people. Do you blame me, princess?” “Blame.” said the Princess Beltramini di Castellagno, “is an inappropriate word, Emmeline. Tell me more About this second butler, as you call him." For, to use a humble metaphor in OT ALWAYS. THERE IS, AP. PARENTLY, A LIMIT, EVEN TO MORTGAGES . . . buy & saw and learn to play it herself, 1f she was that enthusiastic about it— tlthough the princess was too experi- énced & woman of the world and had observed too well the sieek Spanish cru-m;rttno u!dlgu accursed saw really to think & would get any satisfaction from performing on it herself. No, wherever Emmeline went, she simply picked the male population as & sort of dail o':enln. and it was . . Span- ish drummer who, in the course of his seranade under the child's window, had attempted to scale the villa wall and had broken down two window blinds and crushed oné marquee. It would be the luck of that drummer to land on & marquee. Vincenzo, the butler, brought the rincess’ aperitif. Vincenzo was not imself, either. He placed the tiny tray before his mistress with a trembling hand and a glance of resignation, “Per- haps the princess would prefer some- thing stronger,” he suggested, for a ceértain camaradeérie may be ex| between white headed veterans when the customs and dignity of a lifetime Mng bhl“t:‘d b’; their very (;7es princess, in the sudden rush of family pride, will not permit her noble mother-in-law to suffer for want of a few Messenml maids and her paltry gambling expenses.” Umberto studied his mother with . fixed determination. “You force me to take you serfously,” he said finally. “Well, then, perhaps you will give me the .details of this little deal. heard of such things. What were the arrangements—and what, to be exact, have you already received?” Except that notorious wits are in- sensitive, the princess might have been more alert to the change in her son’s temper. Instead, she was secretly de- lighted by his apparent acquiescence in a scheme that, until it required him nally, she had not dared to men- “You may trust me for the arrange- ments,” she sald. “They are, to say the least, adroit. Your future father- in-law and his exquisite daughter are invited to stay at our villa, and they naturally insist that, as soon as they arrive, I accept a few thousands to ©OVEr any extra expense on our part. «ou know, my dear boy, I have always had the practical brams of the fam- gy— “In other words” interrupted #on, “you've rented the vill % The princess laughed. 'mafraid | the villa itself would not have interested them, not without us in it. And that is where your part of the arrangement ~—quite & simple part, after all—begins. Here is the ravishing and fabulous ung thing under your very roof. Her “:lrl, by reason of a thwarted passion for a chauffeur who turned out to be an automobile thief, is already recep- tive. You would not be a Beltramini 1f she doesn’t adore you In 10 days——" “I see,” said Umberto. “So the girl herself is unaware—" her young Emmeline would “young thing” to Vincenzo until, among other things, he could forgive and forget the dinner party she had given at the villa within four days of her arrival and upon three hours’ notice to himself. Emmeline had picked up considerable momentum in four days. Her guests luded an acrobatic danseuse. an ex-king, the leader of a | jaze orchestra, an internationally fa- mous tennis star, a clever Australian who, after winning half a million francs in the baccarat rooms, had in- tended—before he met Emmeline—io sail for Bydney on the first boat; and the young Marquis de la Haye, whose mother evidently never knew when she was licked. Vincenzo would not soen forget the deceptive innocense of that blue-eyed young thing, sitting in the midst of them. He would not soon for- get the soft promise in her voice when she sald: “Vincenzo, put the cham- gne bottle where His Majesty can reach it.” or when she sald: “Vin- cenzo, will you please clear the draw- room s0 that Mademoiselle can dance. Have we & saxophone in the villa, Vineenzo?" * ox koK F course, such & dinner party had an unfortunate conclusion. The acro- batic danseuse, in an effort to teach Bmmeline the trick of body balance, crashed & Louls Quinze chair. The tennis star, demonstrating with a soup ladle the perfect arc of his interna- tionally famous backhand, brought down three rose wine ses. The jazz orchestra leader discovered that plates would no do as cymbals, and the young Marquis de la Haye, in trying o corner Emmeline behind the por- Ueres—but, in all kindness, Vincenzo fused to remember more of the nih- e guests’ accomplishments, and o him it would have constituted lese majeste remain & “Unaware?” His mother shook her | to think of the conduct of even an ex- head sadly. naive and be also & son of mine? No “How can you be that(King. He did, however, venture a tentn- that he declared resulted not from an intoxlcated tumble, as some insinuated, but from a staggering blow delivered by an unseen hand.” “That is mnot the information I wanted, Vincenzo,” sald the princess. “You may go." Vincenzo knew befter. He hesitated. “May 1 speak to the princess on quite another matter? I regret to report that food stealing has broken out among th servants. The ice box lock has been BY WILL ROGERS. LL I know is just what I read in the papers. Well we had guite & crowd in the old County Seat. It was National Automobile Show Week. That always brings in terrible lot of people. (I don’t mean the people are terrible.) I just mean there is a lot of em. And you know one of those things is just about the most uninteresting things ,You ever saw in your life. You never saw as many cars alike in your life. The cheap cars have imi- tated the high priced ones, and the high priced ones have made cheaper models that are almost like their ex- pensive ones, and every one of them copped the low flat radiator cap. That is the only distinguishable feature of the whole show is that there is no dis- tllnzulsluble feature, everything looks alike. You know that show is the excuse for more ple to leave home and ceme to New York, and nor.> of these Automo- bile people ever go near the show. This Show is just the old Alabi to get to New York. But I notice now that some of the wives are getting wise and are tagging along. They got wise to that old gag. have to go to keep in touch with ts going on in the Industry.” ‘There was too many things going on that had no connection with the “In- dustry. There is hundreds of Guys that are in the “Industry” that leave I'this town at the end of the Show that can tell you the price of gin, that couldent tell you whether automobiles are selling by the crate or bushell. Cars are supposed to be more roomy this year. There is hardly a one that 18 not listed to carry 10 cases. They dont figure capacity in flesh any more its in “Quarts.” They have a lot of cheap cars now. Well they always had em. But what I mean by that, they are selling them cheaper. ‘The big thing is still “Accessories.” You price a car, and he gives you the figure, it sounds pretty reasonable, Then you say, “That includes everything?" “Well, no, if you wani Wheels on it that will come extra, you can get either wheels ‘or tunuers, st people prefer wheels, But on account of us not knowing just what they why we make them extra, Then the bumpers, front, rear, and side and the lights. Of course you will want lights is unaware. This girl is in general | tive question to his mistress: “May I{in case you might want to use the car B lently oppossd. which 18 WhAt situstion so interesting for you, t.!a bei She is quoted as outrsgeously o8 | Ask the et she lanced at him and re- princess re e plisd ver, 1 hope. It princess how long we mav;at night. And the mirrors are extra in to have the young lady with us?'*|case you want to always see ts go- ing on in the back seat.” what does g0 with the wmight" like | connecticn with an exalted personage, the Princess Beltramini di Castellagno smelled a rat. * %k ok UT the princess’ interest in the second butler was as nothing com- pared with Emmeline’s. Emmeline’s interest influenced almost everything she did, everything from leaving the tennis tournament when her friend, the tennis star, was at match point, to de- e ——— EMMELINE RECOVERED HER COMPOSURE AT ONCE, FOR THE GENUS YOUNG MAN WAS A N SHE THOROUGHLY UNDERSTOOD, clining the young Marquis de la Haye's peches flambees, after he'd driven her to the Provencal for luncheon, The marquis had prepared his scene and ordered his special peches flambecs three days in advance. So it was un- deniably trying when, after a nibble of hors d'oeuvres and a taste of omelet, Emmeline said: “Oh, thank you, but 1 Just couldn't eat another bite.” Anyway, the second butler was to blame for it all. The point was that Emmeline had to be home not later than 1 that night, though she must leave the baccarat rooms and a winning bank, shared with an ex-King, to make it. Also she had to be looking her very best and, most important of all, she had to be uncontrollably ravenous. She had to be ravenous enough to eat anything from shoe leather to very stale break- fast biscu‘t—just exactly as she had done that very first night when she really had been hungry. For Emmeline had been at the villa no longer than a week before the fatal late hour when the pangs of hunger had driven her clad somewhat inform- ally under a blue peignoir and a brown Summer ermine coat and holding her snake-like briquet aloft as a sort of miners’ lantern down the dark pit of the back sctairway in search of pantry and ice box. Three forbidding doors were passed and then she found not only the pantry and the thoroughly mature breakfast biscuit but also the ice box. The latter however was inconveniently locked and it was while she was inno- cently at work on the lock with the ice pick that a severe and menacing voice sounded from the doorway immediately behind her. “Or are you walking in your sleep?” Emmeline, caught like a safe-cracker in flagrante delicto, almost fainted and then sat flat on the floor, gathering her slippered heels under her. “I'm bungry,” she said. Then she glanced slowly and tentatively around and be« hind a young man, & rather tall, fair- ish, gray-eyed young man. Emmeline recovered her composure at once, for the genus young man was a genus she thoroughly understood and was at her best with, Old men and old women and even girls might be difficult under circumstances, but the genus young man always reacted in a fairly fore- castable manner. With much more confidence she said: “When I'm hungry 1ate at night at home, I always go down to the ice box. I never feel really at home anywhere until I've ransacked the ice box—" 2 “But all you need have done was ting the servants' bell,” said the young man, slightly less severely, almost sym- pathetically, beginning to react, “We :ould have brought you whatever was ere.” “We?" she queried. “Who's we? I mean who's you? Or what do I mean? You're not the butler, because I know him. Maybe you're the second butler. Youre not the chauffeur, by any chance?” “No, I'm not the chauffeur,” said the young man. “Put me down for the present as the second butler. And, in the meantime, if you will get up from the floor and sit over there at the table, I'll see what can be done with that lock. I sometimes take a bite at late hours myself.” Emmeline waited until he helped Rogers chorts That National Auto Ex- hibit Is Old Alibi to Get to New - York—Cars More Roomy for _ Freight Purposes. et Srasiane, tne N ¥ KEEPING IN TOUCH WITH THE INDUSTRY. original price you quoted me?” “Well the name and the will.” ‘When a car gets all its on, even the manufacturer couldent in ‘ell just {an hour's time out the that he| The % ‘e | had mads, ¢ % ey thay Te ‘They got copper lined radiators now that will hold wood aleohol till you get it poured into the prospective corpse. was one casualty at the show resulted in death. Some person “‘Have you a secret passion{ | for mechanics?” it demanded. her up, which was her way of find- ing out something, dnd then sat at the table while the second butler expended energy upon the ice box lock. “Pry 1t,” sald Emmeline, after several other suggestions had been ignored, and the second butler promptly broke the lock very neatly. v But the ice box, unfortunately, yielded nothing but caviar and cream, to which, | as the second butler pointed out, they need only add flour to have the in- | gredients for delicious Russian bhm.‘ Emmeline shivered at the incongruous thought. “Thank you,” she said, “but 1 never heard of Russian blini. They sound Bolshevik to me, and I'll take breakfast biscuit for mine.” So they are two breakfast biscuits apiece, together with much cream—in fact, almost all the cream. Then they looked at each other, feeling very strange, about as strange as Emmeline had ever felt in her life. At first, she was inclined to blame it on the ege of the breakfast biscuit, but | finally she located the sensation as | higher in her anatomy and began to blush, which, since she had just re- moved her customary bit of rouge, she could do very delicately and with en- tire success, It seemed much safer, however, to change the subject, and so, rather breathlessly, she asked, 'I'How do you like being a second but- ler?™ “When?" he said. “What do. you mean, when' manded Emmeline, His sayin didn’t make sense, and she wasn't going to be teased by a second butler. “When I say how, naturally I mean now.” “Well, T like being a second butler very well—just now,” he said. “I've| liked it for the past week. because I've | been watching you constantly. I've heard almost every word you've said and seen nearly everything you've ! meline inquired dubiously, “Is that 80? I hope I passed inspection.” “Well, you are not at all the sort of person I anticipated,” he sald. “I find you very lovely and very genuine and very honest and very dear.” Emmeline blushed “Reall; she said. slowly, will you? but it's nice.” “At least,” he continued, “one would | not expect your type of girl to allow herself to be sold off to any old prince who needed her money.” That made Emmeline gulp. “Where did you ever get such an idea?” sh asked meekly. “You don't think I take my dad seriously, do you? Dad and I have been through all this before, He Jjust thinks he has to make a bluff at it, for mother’s sake.” ““You may not take your dad serious- ly.,” said the second butler, “but the Princess Beltramini is, to put it mildly, A person to be taken seriously. I take her very seriously myself. I warn you against the Princess Beltraminl. She is & designing “But I like hes bornly. “I hope, when I'm old, I'm as dangerous as she is. She's one of the few princesses I ever saw who didn't in, of course. “Repeat that over It isn't convincing, come up and bought a car and dident have any to trade in, and paid cash man died and they had to pour water on the others to bring em too. They had never before heard of such a trans- action. I see by all their automobile statistics that they got it figured out just how many cars the'%hwm sell dure ing the coming year. e only thing that might upset their figures is race tuicide. I had to make a speech to the auto- | motive Engineers Assn. Thats the big soclety of the “Industry” and the birds that really furnish the basic material to buy the Yachts for the Stock Holders. Can you imagine me talking to a lot of technical mechanics? It would be like asking Coolidge in his Cowboy clothes for the whole thing. The head sales- de need a crown to prove it. And as for fearing her designs on me and mine, so far, T haven't even seen her little boy. Maybe she's ashamed to bring him out. Is he as bad as all that?" “The prince? I shall call the prince average. I don't see what he has ever done to deserve you.” “Of course,” said Emmeline, “that part of it doesn’t matter, because my dad has promised to take whatever I draw as a husband and make a man of it. If they haven't the fhakings, they'd better not join our family. I don't care what I get, prince or pud- dler, just so he’s my dad’s kind of man.” “Even,” said the second butler; “even if he were a second, butier?” Emmeline didn't answer that. -She “Could anybody he mean enough to be behind that door?” she asked. "I heard a noise.” He laughed. “If anybody could be, it would be the Princess Beltramini. But I think it's too late for her. Are you going now?" “Yes,” whispered Emmeline, = “I've dropped my slipper. Put it on me, please. I'm a little scared now. you make a practice of these late cuppers? again.” |sat up very straight, listening. LI SO it had not been a bit difficult to get in deep after such an initial plunge as that, and Emmeline was in very deep indeed. She was what one might- call head-over-heels, and the feelings of the second butler can only be imagined, if one is highly imagina- tive. The breakfast biscuits were no fresher, and that table was no wider the second night and the fourth night, and all the other nights when Emme- line and her second butler ate and sat. Each of those nights possessed characteristic that pegged it in Em- meline’s mind. There was the night they had talked about what she liked best and the night when they talked about him. There was the night when they met at the head of the stairs, and the afternoon, which she supposed was his afternoon off. when she saw him drive by in the Beltramini limousine. But she didn't repért him to the princess for having out her car, be- cause other things happened that day, or that night, as well. The leg of the pantry table collapsed and Emmeline fell—into her second butler's arms. There was a mad little moment in the pantry that would have come, no doubt, if table legs were made of iron. It was a pent-up moment of whispers that couldn’t be heard and promises that couldn’t be kept, and breathless kisses that could be remembered when every- thing else was gone. Then, almost as quickly, there was Emmeline’s panic, which sent her scuttling up the stairs and kept him waiting in the pantry for three successive nights in vain. The end of such days and nights of worry and torment was one’s dad—if one had a dad, a dad whose face was square and whose hands were big and whose words rumbled out of his deep chest. Emmeline’s troubles had a way of ending on that chest. ahd she knew it was the place for her now. Sie'd sat for an hour on her bed in her peignoir and fur coat, fighting again against the draw of those dark back stairs. ‘Well, she'd go upstairs instead and tell her dad. She'd tell him that she could't be a princess because she sim- ply had to be a butler's wife. There was a dim hall light on her father's floor, and she could see an edge of light under his sitting room loor. Her father was sitting by the reading lamp in his sitting room when she en- tered. But he had no book. He was Just_thinking. “Prince Beltramini was here tonight, Emmeline,” said he. “I had an idea I'd seen him before. Anyway, I like his looks. He came, he said, to ask me for you, as is their custom, although he doubted that you would marry him. His only condition was that I disin- herit you from all participation in my fortune forever. He did not know that most of it is already yours. And he returned to me a little promise in writ- | g:x klhlt I gave to the princess in New | ork.” “What was that, dad?” ! to address the Cattlemans Convention, out of the 110 million peeple in Amet- | ica, there couldent possible be one that knew less ahout machinery. I never raised the hood of Anx car I ever had.; It the things stopped I just get out' kick it in the shins, and walt there till one of the things that are going pick me up and take me somewhere. If I. raised the hood and a rabbit jumped - out, I wouldent know but what he be-} longed In there. I drive em, but I sho dont try to fix em, Hoover is really the fellow that they, should have had. But they claimed he had been heard so much over the radio lately that he was no novelty any more, he is however an engineer of some kind. He must be aa Automotive Engineer. He certainly is not a Stationary Engi- neer. Well, Calvin is getting quite a little traveling done here lately too. He's only got about six more weeks to do it} in. I see where he is going to make some speech in Florida at some kind of a bird cage affair. You know last year the slogan of the Auto Industry was to make every family a “two car family.” Why a family is practically destitute either of children or money if they dont have a half dozen cars. If you got growing up children. You got | to have that many so there might maby be one left for the Father in case he, wanted to go out himself, But the automobile business looks ! for a big turnover this year, and with | these better roads, faster cars and sharpter curves and more oil in the crank thats driving than there is in the crankease, why I see great year in pros- pect, not only for the mechanical but the medical world. (Copyright.’ 19200 {erable man. Japeritifs on th, Emmeline’s { interest was listless. ! “Oh, it was nothing much. What he sald was that Beltramini princesses had been known to be acquired by force of arms, but none had ever been | bought or sold. I suspect, Emmeline, that this prince fellow may be consid- What's the matter with you, child? Do you want to cry?" An hour later Emmeline returned to her own room without having said a| word about the second butler, for her father seemed set on having her marry the prince, and willful as she was she | hated to disappoint him. | Under her door she found a note, and it asked her to come to the pantry once more. What it said was: “I am| prepared to pay the price of having de- ceived you, Emmeline, although I could not do otherwise. Will you come to me at once so that I may tell you why?" Emmeline marched along the hall and down the stairway. e did not need her briquet to light the way now. She knew each step of the dark de- cent, and she found those once for- bidding doors with the sureness of familiarity. And in the pantry by the broken-legged table he was waiting for her as before. Or somebody was—some one in a white uniform with ribbons of | rank and valor upon his breast. He held out his arms for her. | “I had rather be the butler whom the Benr‘mlnll * oK ok ok “THE trouble with ordinary match- makers,” said the old Princess Beltramini di vuulug\o. as she and her friend, Mr. 5 {you loved, Emmeline,” he said, “than to lose you and be prince.” they make love et Because 1 might—see you1 1| Washington chaanel, Springer, took | off vi , “is that easy and dull for their Park. victims instead of difficult and firre- sistible. Vincenzo, bring Mr. Springer ancther aperitif. And, by the way, Vincenzo, what are you doing about getting the new maid to dress my | hair?” (Copyright, 1929 . D. C. Waterfront Improvements (Continued From First Page.) might be interested to know. Wonder what these salted wharvesmen would say to a boulevard wide enough to ac- commodate & man-d'-war, and side- walks on both sides of the street! With a frontage of 20,000 lineal feet available on the Potomac's three chan- nels, the Washington, Virginia and Ana- costia, the District is making use of approximately 6,000 feet. In a pecent survey by War Department engineers, ‘measurements were made of the whar{- available for commerce and that D6 [ Wlich Congress has reserved for public parkways. Of 23,000 lineal feet on the Virginia channel, 4,000 are availeble for commercial developfent; along the Washington channel are 15565 lineal feet, of which 5440 are available to commerce, and along the Anacostia channel, 10,000 out of 34,700 feet are available for commerce. The improvement plans to maintain minimum depths of 20 feet in the Vir- ginia and Washington channels. About 50 per cent of the commerce entering the Port of Washington is dependent on the 20-foot depth, while the rest can carry on with a depth of only 12 feet. By 1932, when the Government plans &« monstrous public demonstration in honor of the bicentennial of the birth of George Washington, it is expected that the entrance to the Capital's har- bor will be one of the most auspicious on the face of the earth. PR B ON the left bank of the Potomac is to be the Mount Vernon boulevard, 15 miles long, and serving not only to car- ry tourists to the Washington home- stead but also forming a gateway to the city from the South. Oppasite Po- tomac Park it is planned to have & pleasure yacht basin near Gravelly Point, and contiguous it, &' model afrport, with & four-way landing field. The arched spans of the Arlington Memorial Bridge rise out of the river now, and on completion, will carry traf- fic between the National Cemetery and the massive Lincoln Memorial. As an extension to the National Cemetery, a beautiful parkway will be developed along the Virginia bank, now occupled by the Department of Agriculture’s ex- perimental farm. The bridge will also lead traffic to' the Lee highway and the proposed Canal highway. It Already John Ericsson, the Navy's “iron man,” is immortalized in a beau- tiful white monumental group that faces the waterway. A few steps fur- ther it is planned to start a $350.000 sea wall extending into & promontory which will be the site for a monument to the Titanic disaster. A boulevard will skirt_the sea wall and connect with the Palisades drive that will run along both sides of the Potomac and lead the beauty seeker to Great Falls. The river stretch between Potomac Park and the vacht basin will be used for water car- nivals and other aquatic sports. The waterfront between Fourteenth street and the Washington Barracks will be the scene of immediate develop- ment. to cost about $3.500,000. Between Twelfth and Fourteenth streets, it is planned to have room for 15 sea-going yachts, The present fish wharf will not be disturbed. Between G and H streets room will be reserved for two commer: cial wharves. At H, I and Nint¥ streets the Government will builld & large pierhead for unloading sand and gravel and accommodating the District ‘Workhouse. Between Ninth street and Sixth street will be eight other plers, which will group together all the steamboats. Another pier will be reserved for the District of Columbia Morgue, harbor police and Fire Department, between M and N streets. Below that will be a separate pier for the Navy and light- house service. Near the Washington Barracks will be a small yacht basin for smalier pleasure craft. Water street is to be divided into parallel strips separated by & grass parkway. One side will be reserved for commercial vehicles, while pleasure motors will use the opposite boulevard. Both will be on the same level. of all, it is desired to retain a monious treatment of every bullding structure. A modest Colonial style of architecture will be the motif on prace | tically all the Water street buildings. Unsightly warehouses and markets will be hidden from view across the channel by thick lines of shrubbery and The plan also provides for a new bridge either across the lower end of Point and Ani itia Plk;eltmn o an acos! , or spanning the Anacostia channel at the munn! corner of Washi: Barracks. These bridges will provide a splendid circle boulevard that will take the tourist through a series of natural and arti- ficial parks and water: . Commodore Barney Circle of the venth Street Bridge will be the starting point for & grand boulevard that will run west to Potomac avenue, then turn down M street to Delaware avenue, down Dela- ware to P street, where it borders Washington Barracks, thence to Water street, The Water street boulevard will run along the wharf section and serve markets and steamboats as well a8 provide a beautiful outlook over the channel for autoists, At Maryland avenue and Water street, one ml&qtum into the city, or continue driving the scenic Potomas