Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-09-18

the heart Of the Irishman). vivid the
sthrip o. sand joinin' thin? There's a
story about thin. IT'S married now they
are, they say. but whin the high tide
comes 1t divides thin. IT'S the Daily
Divorce they calls thin. Fegs! they must
be Professionals. anyway"
He is a garrulous but kindly Jehu, filed
with curious anecdotes and legends which
for the last eleven years he has been in
stiiling into tho ears of his clients; nor
does he indeed today draw breath until,
having climbed the highest hills, he now
brings his horses carefully down and down
again, through an exquisite descent of
wooded road. TO the very door of Eccles
Hotel
"Oh. how lovelyv' says Lillian, softly, as
if afraid to speak too loud. She and Mrs.
MUSgrave have clambered down the little
step-ladder brought out to help them from
their elevated position on the open coach.
and are now looking round them. Here is
the door of the hotel. an old-faShioned.
than hotel and, indeed, with the parts of
the house on either side of 1t evidently very
cid, and would no doubt contrast strange
ly with the long row of new buildings that
have been tackled on to them in later years,
but for the fact that flowers and clinging,
trailing greeneries have covered the house
both old and new with an almost riotous
growth.
1t is now late in September but roses
and passion-fowers in full bloom are still
crawling UP the walls wherever they get
chance. reaching the upper windows-nay,
the very roof itself. On the left, a mag
nelia is covering the space between two of
the drawing room windows, its white and
fragrant cups Chat so strangely resemble
the water lily) cleaning through the tender
gfeenness of it's leaves, whilst geraniums
show their pale pink and scarlet brightness
from even higher up Such luxuriant ger
aniums, growing up and up. and ever up,
until they stare out at you from under the
very caves. To the right, some DIXON roses
are. hanging their pale and fragrant heads.
The roses at home are all gone" says
Lillian, as if to herself
But look at the bay, dearest" says
Aunt Bessie. AS if reluctantly, Lillian turns
from her contemplation of the exquisite
flowers, but when she turns it Is only to
give way to fresh admiration. Only the
crowned hotel and the water with its wild
wealth of beauty; its purple mountains,
that cast their shadows deep into its
depths: its islands, clad with cleaning
and silence that hangs over all. Who-who
can describe that spell-the glamour of it,
the .lesire. the longing to sink into it and
dwell within its eternal calm forever?
Aunt Bessie. we must get a boat to-
morrow. and go out as far-as far as we
can! says Lillian. some hours later
Dinner Is over-an excellent dinner in the
Mrs. Musgrave. having gone upstairs to
put on some wraps with view to sitting
out on the esplanade and watching the grow
ing moonlight deck the waters, are now
going back to their rooms, along the mar
row corridor.
We'll. dearest. dare say a boatman can
be found says Aunt Bessie, to whom Jig
ging up and down on unsteady foundations
has no charm. LAS for me, you know I
am bad sailor: still"
She stops short; young man coming to-
ward them has caught her eye.
why. Mrs. Musgrave, is 1t you" says
the newcomer, stopping short and holding
out his hand with pleased surprise What
luckr'
MY dear Geoff. so glad to see you," saws
Aunt Bessie genially, If a little timidiy.
She is conscious of faint feeling of guilt.
Lillian and 1 only arrived this afternoon.
Oh, 1 forgot; you do not know each other!
This is Godfrey Lansdale, dearest Lillian"
She omits to look at her niece as she
makes this somewhat incomplete introduce
ticn. but Godfrey Lansdale does not. He
casts a quick, penetrating glance at the
girl, who acknowledges his bow with the
faintest possible one in return after which
she immediately moves away, carrying her
amt by an imperious gesture with her.
Lansdale glances after her, an amused
twinkle in his handsome gray eyes, $50
that is she!' says he. "a little Tartar, if
l make no mistake! The foundlings are in
for good thing If it rests with me-
Continued in Thursdays Starr