Robert Kimberly

ched passageway and affording another pretty view of the lake i

f beside Alice where they could see the dancers moving in and out of the long room. "And it isn't a club. There is just this Casino and the fields for golf and polo

le said. They

. Last year I gave it. You would have seen everybody, especially the Sea Ridge people. Fritzie, dear?" Dolly paused to stay a slender young woma

eauty only through a certain keenness of expressio

ly went on, turning to Alice. "These are friends of Grace's and Larrie's and I don't know half of them. Take care o

her carriage. Her dignity, indeed, showed in her words as well as in her manner; but in both it battled with a mental intensi

she added as Alice assented, "The Towers is on a much grander scale. But I think Black Rock is t

I've met many

ple. They are a kind-hearted, generous

people usua

d Fritzie, "am one of the exceptions. There being no possibility of pre?minence in the line of means, I believe I have in my r?le of discontent a certain distinction; and as far as I can see, as much fun as anybody. In fa

r here is prett

serve the purpose of a country club--no golf course, no polo field. All this stretch of the eastern shore is a part of T

the Mr. Kimb

ul-looking man coming in through one of the veranda openings. "T

an that's rather a sev

alled ha

the family, and they are not, for their sister, Mrs. De

l him the homely Kimberly. He isn't really homely,

me he is completely w

yes; of l

e, is why he ha

on somewhat vaguely, "get interested, when they are young, in women i

at kind of a man w

itzie's with an assurance of good-nature that forestalled hostility. Then, too, Fritzie remembered that Mrs. MacBirney was from the West w

lice. "I should only be afraid a man lik

know what that meant. You had

c: the Hawai

far from home as this, and he is always making up their deficits. They used to sing at The Towers, from barges on the lake. But The Towers is hardly ever opened nowaday

a slip? And the daintiest little thing. Robert calls her his little Quakeress--her people were Quakers. She se

floor to take her to her husband. His face was darker than that of Charles and heavier eyebrows rendere

been fighting her advancing weight for ten years. Isn't she trim? Heavens, she ou

is it w

is quite a singer. I haven't heard her lately but she used to sing a little off the key; she dress

ople in white strolling through dim veranda openings into the softly lighted room moved at once out upon the floor to the rhythm of the music. Others, following, pa

sting men at the dinner

ly's guests," remarked Fritzie as the floor filled. "There

er man was not

Honolulu now and leave within an hour or two in Robert Kimberly's car for San Francisco. The Baumanns have known the Kimberlys for generations. Should you ever think Herr Baumann could dance? He is as light as a cat on his feet, but he waltzes in the dreadful European round-an

ed low, Lambert's bold eyes were glued on Alice even while he was begging Fritzie for the dance. Something in Alice's slender face, the white hardly touched enough with pink,

"You have not told me yet, Robert," Baumann bega

y and do a great deal o

out the Kimberlys--your father, Robert, and especially your Uncle John." Baumann radiated interest in everything American. "Th

rse does his mile in two minutes. The railroads long ago killed the steamboats; newsboys build the opera-houses now; sugar refines i

piring German, "no time to look at a woman? T

e it a double zest--the reflection that you were an outlaw but prepared, if necessary, to pay the price with your life. Nowadays, the husban

dance. Your women dan

nd you a partner," suggested Kimberly. "I must hun

r with Lottie Nelson on his arm. Alice noticed how handsome and well poised Lo

came back. "I can't

the floor, Mr

d Dolly, sitting down. "The young people complain of our being exclusive. That is absurd. We have to

ambitious people," she went on; "they are killing, you know--and we certainly don't want any more like oursel

in time to hear his name: "W

laimed his wife. "No ma

kind, Mrs. MacBirney," interposed De Castro. "I

rked Dolly, dismissing the controversy, "somebody said

"that the Kimberlys say all manner of absurd things--and they are no

sed interest: "You, of course, are i

band. "I am not a Kimberly." Arthur De Castro in apologizin

hair touched with gray somehow gave an authority to her pronouncements, "young people a

rely lis

he men just to listen to me. Yo

ess seemed to invite its like. "Just such bursts of divination. At times they are overwhelming. I re

ghed Alice, looking

olut

e righ

s always

ppose I mu

rse, unless

to Dolly: "Wh

wouldn't m

," objected

so per

"Then it would be bet

stopped before them: a tall, slender g

irl, "I want you to meet Mrs. MacBirne

ty expectancy into Alice's face

ures and transparent skin. Grace laughed happily. Alice kept her

Mrs. MacBirney--Mr. Mo

nstant aloof. Alice said nothing, but her eyes in t

ith heartiness. "We've all heard about you. Is Mr. MacBirney here?

where about

tz, Mrs. MacBirney," u

. Let's run," whispered

Grace of Larrie with an appea

w? Her husband owns

spoke under her breath. "And so quiet

the

in th

d the Rocky Mountain

ggested Grac

y," explained Larrie cold

race, lifting her

interest; and at the moment of making the Mac