Evening Star Newspaper, February 23, 1930, Page 85

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, FEBRUARY 23, 1930. |~ ———— S — — man’s-chest look and I thought I'd better not, by myself.” They went at once, passing the disgruntled Garcia who was faithfully at the foot of the stairs for her cry for help, and pres- ently faced each other across a battered table in the dim and sinister interior. Even the geraniums growing in dented rusty cans on the window sills had a rakish slant, After they were settled in their places he asked her what she had meant that day they barged into each other round the corner, about “happy dust.” “Oh, yes. Pou see, I'd been living so long in 8 place drenched in fog everything about this looked happy in the sun, even the dust.” “Happy dust,” he told her, was one of the bames for dope in the jargon of He was engaging, she told herself! Merriwell! Bang, bang,—and 18 more redskins bit the dust! fih f W R E gfgfig . i Bhiy shaeied 1003 “Me and the King at the Hou 134 FEE § Eg feg Its not the one suppose a lounge room. what its used for ordinarily, , just a big old long bare were they all? Where was Jim Redding? Sh» found it unendurable, this blank waiting, this maddening inactivity. She crept, well out of the radiance, until she came to the fourth side of the square—the ome which fell away with a sharp drop to a much lower. level—a wide- spreading plain where had been the original Camino Real. There was a solitary figure down there which after a moment’s scrutiny she knew to be Redding. She made the descent, waiting and watching to see if he were in commun with unseen companions, He looked neither to right or left, but stood with his head flung back, the sky. It was 10 minutes before she left her conceal- ing shadows and spoke to him. “Go back!” he ordered and then sharply: “Something’s happened. They haven't come— Hennissey and the boys—and Garini’s due any minute. Sh . . . listen! he held up s hand. “Hear it?” You must get back to the hotel!” There was a faint throbbing in the air. “Garinl. Only four or five miles away— they’ll be here in as many minutes!” He took out his revolver, examined it carefully, re- placed it in his pocket, took out s packst of matches and walked over to a pail. “What is that—in the bucket?” “Gasoline. “How many will be with Garini?” “Himself and the pilot.” “Two of The throbbing in the sky was growing louder and more definite. “Diana,” he said desper- ately, “if you won't go to your room—if 'lnttohelpme—-nu.wtomm ner and wait, and when they come send boys down here on the run!” It was intolerable to run away, but if that was the only way to serve—she started up the slope. “Good girl!” he approved huskily. “Thanks! And thanks for—everything—these perfect days! Quick, Diana!” . She stood still on the mounting path, to Jook and listen. She could clearly discern an ob- I won’t go! they with you they’ll think #t's all right. I'm Cora!” £afuE8.F i Tmlmnmmddmm then the man leaned nearer. “What's the ceremony it wag pitch dark. Cabs were pok- ing along, people feeling their way about. The King coming from Bu Palace had policemen walking in front of his auto with lights. Crowds -of people had gathered along the route he was to take to see him but they couldent even see the street he was to come along, much less his car, And thats how our poor Charley Dawes got late. Here we had sent him dver to England five months ahead so that he would be on time, and the poor fellow missed the King's speech many trips and Conventions, this was just another gathering with them. Course the was kinder new to em. But outside of and the fog there was no novelty, I sure was lucky. My seat in the Press sec- the row just in front of where the the Deligates sit, and right behind Mrs. Morrow, Mrs. Robinson, Mrs. Reed, Dawes, Mrs. Gibson, Mrs. Adams and Mrs, Stimson. We could talk and visit without be- ing rude, for we would do it during the time that struck me rather odd was that no prayer, or benediction, or bless- She took one forward uep.“':-t R edding flung himself in front of her. ands up, Garini!” F beiiy Ead T ik ’. ] FpEF !lgrs se of Lords”—By #ill Rogers up ‘The Prince of Wales was of course down Africa. Then the other Speakers, then the long Interpreters, and that is when I would all the scandal from the Women. Morrow was telling me all about Charles, thats what she calls em Charles. She told me about the (Copyright, 1930.) Business Discussion. Mray