Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-06-20

sweeping the fine short. newly mown grass
with heath broom. the other was busy
tying carnations; their voices sounded high
and clear as they moved and talked
Cousin Gerald has shown me his hand
Margfe." said the girl with the broom
on. these men. when they try to scheme
they are too delightfully."- transparent. How
they plume themselves on the subtlety of
their little wies and lures"
Ana what is his little gane?" asked
Margie. who was kneeling by the car
naIons: winch were just bursting out
INTO spicy pink and crimson bloom
The usual refuge of the destitute child
to marry an heiress"
"Geraldr' cried Margie why, he's
gong to marry me-so people say"
Not Gerald. goosey His friend this
precious young Sir Wilfred Carr who
according to him. is a lovely blend of
Apoiio and Adonis, with a spice of Bay
ard thrown in
Dear Rosalind. it's mouse to Apht
against fate and suitors. Marry one ana
yc .!rL he rid of the rest; Have him"
TO spite the others? No. Margie, my
only chance is to disguise myself in pov-
erty and go hunting for disintereste ed
nus nand- Have him yourself and leave
me TO take care of Gerald. Gerald would
DE a world the better for a good heart
Dreak- He couldn't marry me- YOU see
he thinks cousins marriages wicked So
90 L. but that's neither here nor there
by the way, when is this charming youth
to arrive?'' 'oN''
He dimes with us tonight and y.
could ne?" i'ed'
His astral body might. I'll be as hid
eous as L can. at all eyents-wear that
green gown / wonder what Fraser will
his grass - anu swept
Fraser will probably swear"
Rosalind left the inclosed garden and
isaht on her broom. whistling SOFTLY AZ
If lest In thought. Margaret sat on q hit
or or broken wall hard by. arranging a
n to-
piece OF bast that hung round her nack
ana singing. Her skirt was soiled with
saruen mCid and tucked UP on one side.
ner lair hair was ruffled. Rosalind's
ercise and her fringe pushed off ber fore
Eead under her hat. a hat once white
euI now Drowned oy sun and rain Both
girls We're looking at the heavv o.Ioo
gates fitted in the stone arcbw,y 81
barred and crossbarred for strength, when
me large bell hanging inside by the Intel
s" ..I, 10 and fro with loud clangor
with the child. and she's sound ,sisan
now And Elias gone to cut grass;
open the gate Granne shan't h.
var Wakea, cried Margery. springing to her
ieet and going with the bast still over
Fer shoulders TO the gate These ar
res rIEs such tremendous peals enough
TO wake the dead"
,b she e,o unha s,s and opened wicket in
me gaze disclosing In the shadow of the
NauIted gateway two men, one with a
cigarette in his mouth" @
can We see the castle?" he asked in
WeI-toned voice, removing the cigar
cite to speak. and replacing il. =
certainly. she replied. "Step in
me young man stepped in, followed by
MS companion. also young Marpery
SioSed the wicket behind them. and re-
sumed her seat and her occupation Will.
the Two men stood just inside and lookad
round them- seeing in the foreground Rosa
hnd, leaning pensively on her broom hut
no longer WhlstlinS, with the broken walls
OF gray stone, the little modern 'rudor
mouse. through an open window of which
the remains of a frugal luncheon could
lie seen. and the distant keen for hacLr
ground Full sunshine threw her face
INTO shadow and lit up the faces of tho
two men. The first was dark and tall
with beautiful. close-shaven face. he
wore a soft felt hat with pincned crown
ana shghtly sweeping brim. the belte,l
tunlc closed to the throat called a Nor
folk jacket. and knickerbockers of thinner
and more clinging stuff than is usual
signify and straightIy built, and wear
ing stockings that disclosed the real sba De
OF the leg, instead of exagye-a.ine the
too great thickness Characteristic Of FIN.
gliSh limbs. he made a graceful and nv
contrast with others. even pic.uresnue
inquire; his movements We're graceful: there
was a suggestion of knightly charm in
his whole bearing His friend was 81
sturdier build, with gray eyes and light
brown nair; he was an inch or two shorter
than his comrade. but not stout. He
was in white flannels and crlcke, can
broWn-faced and bearded.
Not Aries, Rosalfnd reflected. as she
scanned them with careless glance her
cnh resting on the earth-stained hands
clasped above her broomstick.
The dark man sent a quick. sweepins
glance over the whole picture. scarcely
noticing the figure In the foreground I'M,
particularly observing the small house
built of old stones.