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Six-year-old Os car asked his mother to explain the origin of the rainbow, and mother told him bow the earth was first destroyed by a llood and that God sent forth the beautiful rainbow to assure peo ple the rain was over, but that the earth would be destroyed by fire the next time. Oscar asked, “Will everybody burn up?” “Yes, son,” was the reply. "Will our backyard be burned up?” "Yes, everything in the world.” "Oli, goody, goody; then my school teacher will burn up, too.” “CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP” IS CHILD’S LAXATIVE Look at tongue I Remove poison* from stomach, liver and bowela. I The TWICE AMERICAN khi__ I By ELEANOR M. INGRAM “A gardenia, Mr. Noel,” insinu ated the voice of the .young woman in charge of a flower booth beside tho portal. ‘‘Or a carnation for your lapel?” He shook his head and passed out. That bit of foppery would have seemed to him, in this mood, as absurdly placed on his muscular chest as a tassel on an army rifle. Morever, the girl’s wistful eyes were present in his memory. Why should he flaunt his excess of lux ury before her neediness? Even at night the streets wrerc poisonously fetid and hot; the air was like the breath of some monstrous beast crouched over the city. A round moon looked down through the heat haze like a sullen eye. Noel thought of the engagement he had broken; of a house ou Long island, opposite the moon silvered waters of the sound, where he might have been at this hour. A girl would be there, too, lounging in a deep chair on a rug covered veranda, with a scarf drawn across the cool whiteness of her bare shoulders and bosom. But he did not wish himself beside her, even though he had almost decided that she should be the substitute prin cess whom he would take home. He was too curious about his night’s adventure to wish himself else where. The streets were full of people— people walking, sitting on steps and stoops, and even perched upon fire escapes and curb stones. They were literally forced into the outer air by the intolerable smother of heat, yet even in the open they drooped, languid, almost silent, ex hausted. i.i. .11 11 • _:_ i;i* From all this swarming lite, Noel’s way led him into a sudden lifelessness—sudden because the distance between was so short. The street where Miss Arloff’s direction took him was a street of business houses, comparatively de serted at this hour of rest from buying and selling. The business was conducted in rows'of dull brick or stone fronted residences of a past decade. Shop windows were improvised in scan dalized oM drawing rooms or areas; gilt lettering displayed alien names across upper rooms that had been scented boudoirs or bedchambers of solid dignity. Here and there a dim light burned to illuminate an “opportunity” in hats, or furs suffocatingly out of season, or garish chinaware. Noel’s footsteps rand loud in the empty gloom to which the dead, hot atmosphere added its depres sion. Could the dancing girl come from here? Or had she given an address at random to rid herself of the man who followed T Or did she plan to meet him on the threshold of one of these dingy establish ments, with a pretense of living there to mask her real dwelling place ! Noel wondered; but presently he was ashamed of the vague dis trust. The house numbered as he sought was not closed. A light showed on the second floor through a panel of the front door. He mounted the high, narrow steps slowly, a trifle uncertain as to his course. Perceiving an old fashioned bell, he pulled the handle. He heard no tread; the door was too massive. The hinges turned without warning. Noel found him self facing an old man who stood in the opening like the reality of some powerful, dark shaded, som ber painting by a Rembrandt or a Frans Hals—a Jew, high of brow, thin nostriled, narrow eyed, large and gaunt of frame. Astounded, Noel mechanically lifted his hat in acknowledge ment of the other’s personality, and the two men scrutinized one another. Each was worthy of study in his own way, nor had either cause to fear it. The fine attire of the man who had succeed ed was not more fastidiously worn or cleaner than the threadbare garments of the other; his poise was not better assured. But the stern, ascetic face of the elder was not steadier or cleaner in purport than the younger man’s. Perhaps they pleased each other. Noel smiled a tender of friendliness as he spoke. “Miss Arlofft I think-” Before the old man could reply, a light foot sounded on the stairs, and the dancing girl appeared. She bowed to Noel with a blush that flitted across her face like the reflection of a rosy lamp carried past her. “Good evening,” she greeted him in her pretty voice, with its quaint hesitation and trick of em phasizing certain words. “You were good not to forget!” “That I could not do,” Noel an-! sewered courteously. But when ho would have moved toward the girl and she toward him, the old man deliberately raised his arm and laid it across the doorway as a barrier. He said nothing at all, holding his hostile gaze on Noel with an expression clearer than speech. “Abel!” the girl exclaimed. “Oh!” The swift remonstrance ' that tumbled from her lips was in a language not English. The guar dian on the threshold did not stir, or even reply. He looked at Noel. “I will bring Miss Arloff home before midnight,” David said quietly. “You may trust her with me. Will you take my card as an introduction ? ’ ’ The other took the card without glancing at it. “He knows no English,” the girl explained. “Oh, he is absurd! The smap of her small foot had no more effect than her command; but, still looking at Noel, the old man slowly dropped his arm and stood aside. David had all the sen sations of a small boy who has creditably passed a severe exami nation at school, when the girl crossed that threshold and stood beside him. As they went down the steps, the door closed with a sullen shock of sound. “I am so sorry-” she began. “Please do not speak of that. You have a steadfast guardian there.” “Abel was my father’s secre tary, and now is his nurse,” she defined the old man’s position. “Long before I was born, my father saved him from a dreadful massacre of the Jewish people in Russia. Abel has never forgotten. He is good and learned and faith ful, but he does not understand our America.” iNoel murmured some assent. His attention was fixed upon the girl herself, busy tracing that fanciful resemblance. As they passed a street lamp he saw that she wore a frock of thin black silk, daintily full and short enough to show demure, ribbon laced black slippers, which neither had nor needed buckle or bow to hid the curves of the exquisite, firm little feet that somehow looked so strong. Her small black hat, tilted to one side in the fashion of the hour for princess and shop girl alike, exposed a sweep of silky brown curls, bright even in that light. Decidedly, she was as pretty as Constance Bruce could have been, had the princess grown as her childhood promised. His silence infected her. They spoke very little during the walk to his hotel. The people still filled the street, which murmured with voices and movements. Against his will, Noel’s mind filled with sordid, jostling memories of his miserable boyhood—of heat like this, and hunger; of dreadful cold, and hunger. The past clutched aj him while he walked there beside the girl who seemed a mockery of his broken dream. He was glad when they reached the hotel. Now he could shake off his morbidness, and end this ad venture which he had begun to re pent commencing. What had pos sessed him that morning? He had paused to yield his hat and coat to an attendant. When he turned to his companion, the ex asperation that had been growing up within him withered away. The girl had moved a step aside. Her mouth upcurjed at the corners like a merry child’s; she was sniiling delightedly at a very small Chi nese dog being led past by a negro bell boy. “Pray let me stroke him!” she exclaimed with a charming eager ness. ‘ ‘ Oh, he is dear! ’ ’ The servitor relaxed into a grin at once genial and respectful. He obeyed with a readiness rather surprising to Noel, bringing the little dog to a halt within reach of the girl’s hand. “He’s a prize winner, miss,” he volunteered. “Mighty fine dog, sure!” The Pewingese nestled its muz zle into the girl’s palm, instinc tively friendly. “I had one once,” she breathed. Then she straightened herself with a dismayed start of recollection, and turned to Noel. “Oh, I beg your pardon! I did not see that you were waiting. Thank you,” she concluded, nodding to the negro. She dismissed the servant well, Noel observed with a touch of envy. He himself commanded obedience as a right, but early habit is hard to , overcome. He never had acquired that blend of familiarity and aloofness which keeps servitors deferential, yet de voted. “Shall we go in?” he said. “Oh, yes! Can we dance for the doll now?” “Presently. I have assumed 'that you will do me the honor of taking supper with me.” To his astonishment her face clouded.. “If it is necessary—” she began doubtfully. “I think it is,” he answered, amused, and a little skeptical as to her sincerity. “Then—thank you!” The head waiter met them at the arched entrance to the supper room, and marshaled them to a pink lighted table laid for two. “I ventured to order in ad vance, ’ ’ Noel said, when they were seated; “but if there is anything you would like-•” “Please,” she accepted unex pectedly. “I should like orange juice in a thin glass, like you had this morning. It looked so good! ’ ’ “I have ordered a different iced drinks,” he informed her, nut without intention. “Still, if you prefer orange juice-” “I should, please!” She was stanch in her choice, too. Noel had learned to order cocktails for his feminine guests, and to consult their tasto3 in wine. Miss Arloff ignored the first bev erage when it was set before her, and turned her glass against the second. The orange juice she drank slowly, with frank enjoy ment. “You should taste a ripe orange, just picked from the tree, and served to you by a sleepy eyed na tive boy clad in white linen, with a sash the color of the fruit,” he told her. “Those would be fairy oranges,” she laughed. “When you opened them, out would fly the yellow bird that was to turn into a princess.” He started, the chance speech cut so close to the core of his thought. “It was in a house built for a princess that I ate them that way,” he said deliberately. “Lucky princess, to have a pal ace, nowadays!” “It was a palace, almost. I was built of white stone, and stood on the last slope of a huge mountain range. The ocean lay low before it, and the mighty hills rose up behind until their peeks showed salt white with snow aga^ist the sky; and the man who owned it was master of all those blue dis tances between shore and summit. Yes, and farther than he owned, ho ruled as modern men do—by influence. His house was fur nished-within by New York and London and Paris, and surrounded without by gardens and parks.” ‘ ‘ Now you are telling me a fairy story!” U'\T* _ iL.___ \No. For the man was success ful, and every year of his suc cess he added something to the house. It grew gradually, you see.” Her large eyes wandered at him across the table. Evidently she was considering the picture he had drawn, the original of which was far more real to him than this city of his birth. There was a kind of bitter pleasure in speaking of that empty house to the girl who looked like Constance Bruce. He had never mentioned the villa to the girl on Long Island. Music drowned conversation for a while. The hour set for the con test had not yet arrived, but there were the usual dances. Noel ob served that the girl paid scant heed to them, and evinced no de sire to take part in them. Her in difference confirmed his growing belief that she was a professional dancer. He never had seen so graceful a creature except among the principals of certain famous ballets. Even the movement