第90章 CHAPTER XIX(1)

WHEREIN PHILIP AMMON GIVES A BALL IN HONOUR OF EDITH CARR,AND HART HENDERSON APPEARS ON THE SCENEEdith Carr stood in a vine-enclosed side veranda of the Lake Shore Club House waiting while Philip Ammon gave some important orders.In a few days she would sail for Paris to select a wonderful trousseau she had planned for her marriage in October.To-night Philip was giving a club dance in her honour.He had spent days in devising new and exquisite effects in decorations,entertainment,and supper.Weeks before the favoured guests had been notified.Days before they had received the invitations asking them to participate in this entertainment by Philip Ammon in honour of Miss Carr.

They spoke of it as "Phil's dance for Edith!"She could hear the rumble of carriages and the panting of automobiles as in a steady stream they rolled to the front entrance.She could catch glimpses of floating draperies of gauze and lace,the flash of jewels,and the passing of exquisite colour.Every one was newly arrayed in her honour in the loveliest clothing,and the most expensive jewels they could command.As she thought of it she lifted her head a trifle higher and her eyes flashed proudly.

She was robed in a French creation suggested and designed by Philip.He had said to her:"I know a competent judge who says the distinctive feature of June is her exquisite big night moths.I want you to be the very essence of June that night,as you will be the embodiment of love.Be a moth.The most beautiful of them is either the pale-green Luna or the Yellow Imperialis.Be my moon lady,or my gold Empress."He took her to the museum and showed her the moths.

She instantly decided on the yellow.Because she knew the shades would make her more startlingly beautiful than any other colour.To him she said:"A moon lady seems so far away and cold.I would be of earth and very near on that night.I choose the Empress."So she matched the colours exactly,wrote out the idea and forwarded the order to Paquin.To-night when Philip Ammon came for her,he stood speechless a minute and then silently kissed her hands.

For she stood tall,lithe,of grace inborn,her dark waving hair high piled and crossed by gold bands studded with amethyst and at one side an enamelled lavender orchid rimmed with diamonds,which flashed and sparkled.The soft yellow robe of lightest weight velvet fitted her form perfectly,while from each shoulder fell a great velvet wing lined with lavender,and flecked with embroidery of that colour in imitation of the moth.Around her throat was a wonderful necklace and on her arms were bracelets of gold set with amethyst and rimmed with diamonds.Philip had said that her gloves,fan,and slippers must be lavender,because the feet of the moth were that colour.These accessories had been made to order and embroidered with gold.It had been arranged that her mother,Philip's,and a few best friends should receive his guests.She was to appear when she led the grand march with Philip Ammon.Miss Carr was positive that she would be the most beautiful,and most exquisitely gowned woman present.In her heart she thought of herself as "Imperialis Regalis,"as the Yellow Empress.

In a few moments she would stun her world into feeling it as Philip Ammon had done,for she had taken pains that the history of her costume should be whispered to a few who would give it circulation.She lifted her head proudly and waited,for was not Philip planning something unusual and unsurpassed in her honour?Then she smiled.

But of all the fragmentary thoughts crossing her brain the one that never came was that of Philip Ammon as the Emperor.

Philip the king of her heart;at least her equal in all things.

She was the Empress--yes,Philip was but a mere man,to devise entertainments,to provide luxuries,to humour whims,to kiss hands!

"Ah,my luck!"cried a voice behind her.

Edith Carr turned and smiled.

"I thought you were on the ocean,"she said.

"I only reached the dock,"replied the man,"when I had a letter that recalled me by the first limited.""Oh!Important business?"

"The only business of any importance in all the world to me.I'm triumphant that I came.Edith,you are the most superb woman in every respect that I have ever seen.

One glimpse is worth the whole journey."

"You like my dress?"She moved toward him and turned,lifting her arms."Do you know what it is intended to represent?""Yes,Polly Ammon told me.I knew when I heard about it how you would look,so I started a sleuth hunt,to get the first peep.Edith,I can become intoxicated merely with looking at you to-night."He half-closed his eyes and smilingly stared straight at her.

He was taller than she,a lean man,with close-cropped light hair,steel-gray eyes,a square chin and "man of the world"written all over him.

Edith Carr flushed."I thought you realized when you went away that you were to stop that,Hart Henderson,"she cried.

"I did,but this letter of which I tell you called me back to start it all over again."She came a step closer."Who wrote that letter,and what did it contain concerning me?"she demanded.

"One of your most intimate chums wrote it.It contained the hazard that possibly I had given up too soon.It said that in a fit of petulance you had broken your engagement with Ammon twice this winter,and he had come back because he knew you did not really mean it.I thought deeply there on the dock when I read that,and my boat sailed without me.

I argued that anything so weak as an engagement twice broken and patched up again was a mighty frail affair indeed,and likely to smash completely at any time,so I came on the run.

I said once I would not see you marry any other man.