Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1891-09-29


, eyes OF such n student OF femininity as
Wiiloughby Dockrell. u shall have some
nice people staying with rae ut the begin
ming Of the month. Could you come on the
4 5da We shall be able 70 discuss Bourget
4 and lots OF thin2si Ever sincerely yours,
LEFTY RAsHLEIGH."
j Wen, he had come on the Sd, and here
4 ne meant 60 stay-to stay until he had
! made himself masSer OF the situation.
4 But the day dragged on, and he had
never found himself alone with his hostess.
The young sister-a girl Of sixteen, with
red hands and "A stoid stare-was present
| at lunch, went out with them in the wag-
onette and faced him At the dinner table,
and not long after dinner Mrs Rashleigh
retired TO bed. The next day il was not
much better, hut early In the afternoon
he did find her alone Wlloughby Dock
rell was too much OF a diplomatst to show
ms hand before he saw what his adversary
was likely TO play, but still the time was
short, his opportunities few, while the adj
vent Of a fresh batch Of visitors might
spoil the game completely At the end of
quarter Of an hours talk Mrs. Rashleiqh
began TO feel uncomfortable, and more
than ever was she resolved 10 tell Major
Champion the whole story directly he ar
rived. She rot away and shut herself up
In her room until the first batch of new
guests were announced
What in heavens name is that fellow
doing down herep was Champions first
question, when he found himself at last
alone with his hostess before dressing. She
was silent for moment. but She did not
pretend not to know what be meant.
Well, yon see, he goes everywhere; he's
very clever ans q SORT Of celebrity In his
way, and-I wish hadn't asked himn
so do / said Champion, fervently
But it's nor only his coming that's the
matter" said Lefty. incoherentIy; but
I'm sure he means TO stay lie will never.
never uo.n
"oh, yes he will. He'll go tomorrow
morning"
"oh, Jack, can't have it. won't have
row N TINS house. Why the newspapers
will get hold Of it, and--I shall never for
give you If you do anything horrid."
I'm not going to do anything horrid.
shall just mention in the smok ing room to-
night that Jobson, the editor OF The Even
ing Telephone, is coming down here tomor-
row for a day or two
But, my dear Jack, Jobson isn't com
ingl | don't even know him. How on
earth will that help uaW
Wait and see II the thing works, I'll
tell you ali about it. You're ridiculous
little person, you know, and utterly unit
TO take care OF yourself You'd much
better lett
There's the dressing bell, Jack. You're
getting impossible. | shall send you away
tomorrow too"
And when the same evening AZ the Indies /
were going To their rooms. Mrs Rsshleigh
saw Jack Champion walking OFF with Dock F!
reil in the direction Of the smoking room,
she felt pang OF compunctlon at the inno- |
cent plot she had assented TO in order to get /
rid Of her brilliant guest
There were lots Of letters by the morning |
post, which came In while they were at |
breakfast but only one for Willoughby |
Dockreh. lie let it lie by his plate for !
some minutes, and hen. asking permission
Of bis hostess with his rather over elabo- /
rate manner he slowly broke the seal
What borel" he said presently, when
he had laid down the note and deliberately
resumed his breakfast. ~ shall have to
so to town this morning by an early train.
Some hothering business which can't get
ont Of"
Miss Rashleigh dares not look at Cham
pion, whose triumph now was complete.
Both had seen that Mr.. Wiltoughby Dock |
rells letter was wallet shaped, adorned |
with silver monogram. and addressed in |
a bold feminine hand The business" |
then, was a myth. And yet, woinanlike.
she felt almost guilty when the dogcart |
was at the door and the last goodbys |
We're being said. Dockrell who for once |
looked red and Mustered, seemed to avoid /
speaking to her alone. She murmured 1
something about having the pleasure OF
seeing him down there on some future oc-
nh . baxf i,., a..
at each other with the final hand shake. |
Lefty knew that in all probability she /
would never see him again.
What does il all meant" said Mrs. |
Rashleigh slernly. a few minutes later Il |
was IN the sanctum and there was no one |
there but Jack. IL was mere trife, but |
it struck her that Major Champion did not |
lounge in her favorits chair, hut stood ten
tatively ut the fireplace playing nervously |
with some tin bronze cats clashing Gym
balls, which she had brought from Vienna
"'fhe magic name at .Jobson worked the |
miracle said Champion, smiling. Job |
son knows something about your poet
which makes t--well. inconvenient for |
them to meet | told you he would 20
Although the man has never been con
victed, there's no moral doubt that he's |
we'll, a torger,"
0reat neavensl" murmureu Lefty, as 4
she Thought Of the intimate little notes she |
had written him, of the long confidential |
talks in London, Of the still more compro-
missing interviews down here. And here |
was Jack, who, whatever his faults, had |
clearly never committed a forgery, but |
whom she had always snubhedl Mrs. Rash
leigh crossed the room to his side
How can ever thank your she whis-
pered, gazing at the half moons on his |
necktie
Give me your hand"
Lefty gave il, wonderingly, and he held |
It firmly in his strong grasp
II am going to keep Il for always" an
nounced Champion gravely.
What rubbish you talk, .IackT whis- |
pered the owner o. the hand. But she did |
not take il away London World.