Evening Star Newspaper, June 28, 1931, Page 84

Continued from Ninth Page back te her cottage and was able to flep down in the hammock on my own front porch. Well, Orlande’s trip to New York didn’t do his game any good; he'd found out that he and his wife would have to be leaving Marys Neck pretty soon for some concert engagements be- fore the apera season, and the thought of departure must nave tirown him off his form. I beat him 17 games straight the night after _he got back, and in his disgrace he turned out to be pietty unphilosophical, because he fol- lowed me out to the front gate explaining how accidental the whole thing had been. Of ecourse, I taunted him some and he shook his fist at me as I went on toward our cottage. “You .came over here tomorrow night,” he said, keep- ing his voice down, of course, for fear of wafing Mme. Palna up. “I'll show you who's -the best man'” - It seemcd to me a pity that he was going away so soon after I'd made myself his master, and I wasn't the only one in our family to be sorry that the Willcoxes were leaving. Our older daughter Clatissa, it seems, had developed - what Enid called a crush on the great prima donna, and the morning after Orlando’s checker disgrace Clarissa left a big bunch of flowers at the door of the Ballinger cottage, and pretty soon Mme. Palma sent a maid over for her to come and be thanked. Clarissa had a grand time because Mme. Palma toek one of her gancies to her, asked her to come back to lunch, kept her with her all afiernoon, and sang for her and took her for @ drive, and then kept "her for dinner, too; so that the way Olarissa told us about it when she came home you'd _have thought she was the most intimate friend Mme. Palma had in’the world. She was even more so the next day, because the same thing bhappened. Clarissa didn't come hormhe until after dinner when I was just about to go over and give Orlando another lesson. She told her mother and me Mme. Palma asked her to call her Fiametta, which Clarissa certainly did, and as she talked on it was all Fiamotta this and Fiametta that. “I think Fiametta would rather like Enid, too,” - Clarissa said. “I don't mean to say that PFlametta would ever feel the same intimacy - with her that she does with me, because Enid’s - to® young, of course; but she said I could bring - Enid over some time before they go, and I'm * sure Piametta'll be lovecly to her.” Enid had been out for dinner, too; but just then she walked in and she heard the last of what Clarissa was saying. “Neo, thank you,” she said. “I guess the Massey family had better be s little careful agout getting mixed up any more than they are with Mme. Fiametta " Palma!" She said it In a snappy kind of exeited way, - and her mother and €larissa both asked her what on earth she meant by such a speech. So she told us, and by the time she got through I wished she hadn't. She'd been to dinner at . the Bullfinches on account of her friend, Eddie Bullfinch, who's about Enid’s own age, 18 or 19. T4 EEEE!E: ‘the whole of Mary’s Neck was “just seeth Enid said; she'd come straig! me to tell OU could see Enid was pretty indifnant, but empected to make a hig sensation in the family, and she was fairly successful, emcept The tru*h is, I-was all stirred up, more I thought about the talk that 1 ] L LS BAS Tl tha on'ly thing to do, lnd. you've got to!™ “Fiametta says so?” I asked her, my kind of heaise. “Flametia!™ “She's grand!™ Clarissa told me. “I was afraid she’d be terribly offended—of course, and what they are big scream, so that I ute; but she threw began waltzing with me Danube.” Papa, you've never delighted in your life Willcox all about it, teo; and all the dogs and me abou made me dance with she told me I had to JieE tfet 3t about ruining me—but I was more d have them think I was afraid, or ashamed, something. Mostly though, I went because I didn’t put it past Mme. Palma to march into our cottage and drag m> out te her ear and take me over there with her. Her manner of : ’ e —t THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., JUNE 28 19;31. % il E%EEEI[E i . L it EE‘: ol i gz H | i i H 1 : i ] i F s P iy TR il sigg .Egg‘ et i £ : : g E + E : : i 8 ? FELIRRE i Eégifiégs §=§Es’ ggaig g ;E$§§ 2 i i 'iéa Eig " it EE 5 248 1t £ i perate, but didn't ses anything to do except trall along with her. Mme. Palma was stand- ing at the edge of the K for us, as Clarisss said -Shooting of Garficld Continued [rom Fifth Page Thomas Joseph Bather, commissicn merchant. It was brought out at the trial that fer some time before the tragedy Guiteau had been hanging about the White House, im- portuning to see the President, using official stationery and being genecrally obnoxious. He was seeking a consulship to Austria; after this had been filled by some one else Guiteau was e ¥ 118 pdgkect g il " En Soon after the President’s death a brass star was placed in the floor of the old “Sixth Street Station,” as it was called, that marked the place where the wounded Chief Magistrate fell. Above was erected a tablet which read: “James Abram Garfield, President of the United States, July 2nd, 1881.~ Third of a Billion Continued from Eleventh Page war-time st:uctures and four are rented build- and two rented buildings. One of the buildings, the Government-owned one, eccupied by this SR £y el HITR e _ she drag me right into it? “Mme. Palma wants to speak to you,” said, and he got up, looking “Who?” he asked her. *“Who wants to me?” . Palma was already right in front dropped my arm and grabbed both nds, with Mrs. Bullfinch and all the of stirring around on the sand and making sounds with just their breath. , “Boolveeteh!” Mme. Palma said in her grand, big voice. “Bweet, sweet Boolveetch, you and my Oriando and my Massey have made a such beotiful Clarissa and I didn't stay there either; we got away in the runabout pretty close after Mme. Palma’s limousine, and she was looking out of the back window, throwing kisses to us. My condition was too astcnished for me to be able to respond very warmly, although for some reason I felt grateful to her and already began to have sensations of relief from my troubles: I couldn't tell just why. “What on earth did she do such a thing as that for?” I said. Clarissa was laughing almost teo much to talk. “She’s grand! She certainly stirred up the Piji Islanders for you, papa!” “For me?" I asked her. “My goodness, didn’t Didn’t she say I'd been helping to give her a beautiful Summer, “Only as one of three, papa,” Clarissa told me. “I den’t believe thaj’ll bother ycu much after what’s bappened to Mr. Bullfinch ™ “Oh, yes, from the first right now, seeing you in over what's a complete 2 ing their whole time driving areund to people’s houses asking who's been saying what and denying everything over and over again.” She gave a kind of laugh. “I guess it's a pretty good thing for Mr. Bulifinch that 'this Orlando man has left the place!” Then she looked at me with a hcpeful kind of rougishness. “I certainly do!” T tcid her. haven’t known when I might find a long Italian dagger buried in my back.” 3 Then she gave me some information. “Not Jtalian,” she said. “The last thing I found ous about those people is that he smokes cigarettes that our grocery deliveryman says are made only in Mexico. Orlando isn't an Italian at all, Mr. Massey. He's a Mexiean.”