Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-06-25
CHAPTER IT.

trousers and coat of gray velveteen. He Ger
taniy, as ne sauntered down the High street at
paid TO his personal appearance when his
brother Officers spoke Of MIN as the hand
soonest man In the service. The only fault In
his face was It's extreme c0ldness: cold classic
1eatures;c0ld blonde hail, trreproachably parted
down the middle, and brushed straight away
behind his ears without hair being out OF
place; cold hazel eyes, large and beautiful in
themselves; and cold smile, Like the Pickering
OF feeble winter sun over Snow-tOpped noun
talns. An utterly cold manner too-Hhich TO
women seemed 1rreslStible-and perhaps the
most cutting caustic wit that had ever made
itself felt In mess-room OF the BIankhampton
Barracks staggering leisurely down the
High-street he met with Dickson, who. as a
matter OF course, stopped.
Where have you been?"
"FVe been for pull. The rivers awfully
jolly day. andy the bye. Dickson
his thoughts-'can you tell me who Jnat girl is
sinclair goes about with-tall girl With golden
~ don't know her name. 1 believe sinclair's
going TO marry her,"
Going to marry her! All. is 1t settleds"
81 really don't know. She's very hand
some girl" remarked Dickson careie5sly,
Uncommonly," Montagu repne1, with what.
serlous?'
80, quite SOL" adding. with a laugh, "aas
In love with Sinclair
"Pooh! I'll cut him out In q week." cried
MOnCagu COn10ontly.
II don't believe she'll look at you"
won't she? Well, you'll see; and then
the two men parted and went tneIr respective
ways, neither Of them In the least aware that
the subject OF their conversation Was just
within the door OF the shop behind them ana
had heard their whole conversation. with
proud scOrn filing her Violet eyes, and utter
contempt on her imperiouS mouth
Bryan MonIagu did not fi0d tn4 task he hai
set himself altogether easy TO accomplish, for
ne could not succeed IN making start. In the
first place he did not know who she was, nor
where she lived; and since he never met her
anywhere he could net obtain an Introduction.
However, at last he ha opened TO meet her with
sinclair In shop, and asked boldly to be in-
Miss ST. George was very gracious to him.
She smiled so enchautlngiy that Jack strat INT.
way went of into towering rage and scolde1
her oil the way home. at which she laughed
more heartily than he had ever heard her laugh
in his life. TO add to his wrath Hontagu In
formed him during dinner that evening that
Miss ST. George was really very decenC-looking;
day last week" he added.
Yes, and you turned and stared at her as
hshe'd been some little mliliner girl" JACK re-
turned sulkiy
1.-THE penalty OF beauty, my dear chap
laughed MOntagu lightly. Now assure you
I'm SO accustomed to be ogled that should
feel quite uncomfortable with people who didn't
miss st. George didn't admire you, at all
events" retorted Jack. with short lauyn,
Tor she saia she never saw such screw IN
her life.'
AT which Bryan Montagu. who was really
very pretty oar, though, perhaps, with a slight
tendency to screw was, for once, taken ablck:
aud registered an inward VOW that before many
days were over he would pay Miss ST. George
out With interest for that unflaJreriag rem ark,
And pay her out how? AS he mad made many
another girl suffer before-broken hearted for
The cold hazel eyes winch for her had been wont
TO have no GOODNESS In their Clear depths for the
stralght-reatuTed classic face which mad made
Itself her heaven; for the sound OF the smooth
persuasive voice which would fall upon her
fraught only with sighting indifference more
hAId to bear than silence. That was the plan
MY. Bryan Montagu marked out as Miss ST.
Georges punishment.
Accordingly the following afternoon. instead
or Detaktng himself to the club, or his more
fav0Tite river, he turned In the direction OF the
village In which Mrs. ST. Georges little house
was; and, as luck would have It, just as ne
passed the Cotterst0ne's house he saw Miss St
George emerge from the gate OF her cottage and
turn down the lane leading to the river. He
followed Instantly, and reached her just as she
was about to pass through the little gate which
opened into the River Fields
Mr.. MOhtagu lifted his hat with his most
fascinating smile. Miss Sc. George blushed
eyes. Mr.. Montagu thought he had never
before b held SO lovely a face. Mss ST. George
tnought-Weil. she looked as II she found her
self In ATcardia.
You are going for walk?n he asked.
"Well, no.. l am going to sit by the edge Of
the river and read" she replied.
May come with you and talk instead?" he
asked iIhploringly.
go yes, II you like" she replied calmly.
thinking what q lucky thing 1t was that jack
was safely out Of the road being on duty that
day.
Any one who could have heard their CONVEX
saiion that afternoon must have laughed, even
II 1t had been Jack Sinclair himself; they were
so aWfUlly polite TO begin with. Each see ned
K ~ no ar
Each seene1 so desperately aExloIs TO make
The other pleased. They got along like a house
On fire. which is. as every one Knows, rolera-
ply rapid rate III fact. they gof on 50 well th at
Mr. Montagu had already advanced as far as
personal Compliments, ere Miss ST Georya
found cut she really must De going home wi h
an emphasis On the must" % Wnicl sue ell.
IDENTIFY intended TO convey to HIN the fact that
only stern necessity compelled her to move at
all But they got still further before they
reached the gate OF Mrs st. Georges cottage;
for, after little circumlocution, sac promised
to meet him at the same time and place tue
following afternoon. All the same, She raIsed
cut very little objection before she consented,
and Mr.. MoDtagH felt he had never come
across cherry so ripe and ready to fall into bis
mouth.
''Hollo. Sinclair !" he called out to Jack, " nom
he met In the square. Down In the mouth.
eh? All, It's an awful nuisance not being aoiea
to get out OF the square, isn't 1t Particularly
when there's nice young woman half mile
on waiting for you And sac ala look so nice
The hot anger leapt into Jack Slnclairs gray
eyes, but his heart grew cold as lead within
him, for he had never felt very sure OF Dorothy
ard II Montagu made up his mind to 20 In for
her he knew well enough that he would spare
|. no pains to accomplish the desirable attain.
pent OF putting MS (Jack 8, that Isl nose out
OF joint.
''faow do you know ?" he growled.
"Because she has been with me for the last
three hours" Montagu returned cooliy.
Il don't believe =" poor Jack thundered
but all the same he felt from the others man
ner that It was true.
just as you like, of course my dear chap.
said Montagu careleSsly; 'but 60 along the
path leading through the River Fields tc-rnOr-
rJW afternoon between three and four, and you
WIZ see for yourself"
Sinclair turned away without answering for
Montagu'S quiet manner had left him Without
nope. OF course the following afternoon he
went, and saw for himself that mis- comrade had
spoken truly. There. just visible about the
rivers bank, was DOroJhy's hatless golden
mead, and in suspicious nearneSs to it Monta-
gus sleek blond cGput; and While he stood
there watching and half hidden by the hedge.
ali In peal which Ie-echOed in Jacks heart
Ike the oeatn-kLell OF all his dearest nopes.
u. ne was reapiDg the wIirlwind, and no mis-
take about it,
Now Cid YOU do as 1 advised?" Montagu
asked him at mess that mig 1t. IN tone OF sheer
Ing triumph. Are you convinc d?'
'Habg your! cTleo poor Jack. paSSionatelg.
going on WITH his dinner as IL that was thu
cblef object OF his existence. You should've
allow yourself 20 fly into such TRANSPORTS of
rage, Iny dear chap les not goOd 1or.L 20 begin
With; It's bad for the digestion-bad every way.
You re deuceo good Fellow, Sinclair; but you