Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-08-26

and l. hope, by and by: but to do that
and nothing else-not yet"
You've stalked bigger game and that
has spoiled you" grumbled the major.
After Count sagan cartridges pail. Yet
1t is e pity"
ST shall bring Valerie here sometimes. of
course. 1 think she'll like the old place al
most as much as l do.
More, since II rs the birthplace and home
of one John Hollywood" said Counsellor.
with twist of his big mustache. You
lucky, undeserving beggar! So Selpdorfs
gone. A queer compound"
His death redeemed-much, said Rally
wood shortly.
Yes" Counsellor pulled out great
cloud of smoke Eyes, but We have rea-
son to forget the fact that he was very
ready to secure himself at a heavy cost
to YOU.
For the sake of Nassau" interposed
"Hum-for the sake of Nassau! And you
were an inconvenient personality also Wen.
we'll. let it pass. But il was touch and go
with you. John, for no one could nave Tore
seen that shaky old Gustave would rise to
the occasion as he did. And what has
he done for you after all?
He saved my life first and gave me the
gold star of Nassau afterward." said Rally
wood, IAN honor which I share with some
monarchs-and Major Counsellor.
Dirt cheap. tool" grunted Counsellor. Il
hear that Nine de Sagan sent you very
neat congratulation.
"a genoux la terre
No,s rendons grace Dieu.
Eft Dous lui faisons yoeux
Dune double priere."
You take your own meaning out of IT,
ended the major
and people being chiefly malicious will
take the wrong one"
THAT is 1t may be. But for you L
hope a fine morning will follow the stormy
evening You will grow fat and selfish,
john like many a better man"
Hollywood smiled. He was thinking OF
a certain elderly diplomat who, rumor said.
had been moved out of his usual composure
on one occasion only. 1t was al the mo.
ment when he heard that Capt. Rallywood
of the Maasaun guard was sentenced to be
shot.
1 tell you that I saw Won Elmur yesterday
at Charing Cross? He said he was start
ing for Constantinople. l bade him good
bye, but he corrected me, 'Au reVoir. my
dear major, and kissed the tips of his
fingers to me the train passed. So, per-
haps, the end is not yet"
God bless the present." said Rally
wood.
And while they walk and talk over the
past and the future in the pleasant places
of England the surf is beating round an
island off the Maasaun coast, upon which
a storm-stricken fortifcation has been
adapted to the Of certain political
prisoner, Count Simon of Sagan There
he frets and schemes, and longs through
the endless afternoons. He does not ac-
cept his destiny as final, his hopes are
unimpeired, his resolves as strong as in
a blind conviction that time and the man
must inevitably meet together, and he lives
for that meeting.
There. too. Anthony Unfair serves his
country and his sovereign. relentlessly
watchful through the dead monotony of
the days AT his own urgent request he
was given charge of the lonely prison, its
solitude appearing to him the one bearable
condition of life. He has his work to do.
and he does it well. and always between
Count Sagan and his dreams stands the
Ill.
Sometimes Sagan taunts him with his
hopeless love, but he only answers by a
look. And each knows that wherever
he may turn he will find the other stand
ing up against him-the fierce imbruted
prisoner with his royal fearlessness, and
his intense and frigid guard.
They are waiting. They have each his
dream. Sagans of empire and revenge. for
he Is, after all. a splendid ruffian, I'M
tamable. gallant man who could never
be compelled to cry enough to evil for
tune.
Sometimes deep in the night, while the
two enemies play their long games to-
gether, Sagan filings down the cards and
laughs and speaks of another game which
will find its conclusion in the dim paths
of the future. But Unfair only smiles If
that day should ever come it will find him
ready. But today is not tomorrow and
God bless the present." as RalIywood
said.
(The end