Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-09-06

would do the same; I'm man Of fine
feelin's, Miss Allin, though p'raps /
haven't the knack Of putting them into
pretty language. Women don't understand
me, as a rule
II understand; I sympathize with you in
that" Lucille said. and her impetuosity
brought the countenance of his ardent In
structor before Jones mental vision in all
Its ingenious charm. So, with the glow Of
visionary upon her face, she had ex-
pounded to him the Everlasting YEA"
read him, her voice trembling, the musings
of Paracelsus She was a stringed instru-
ment upon which great sentiments rippled
into light melody; the pity of it was that
the hand of a trickster could work the
transpositions as easily as the masters or
thought. And yet not altogether a pity;
for therein lay an ignorance of evil, too
seldom met with in naughty world.
Thanks" Dangerfield said in significant
accent Your appreciation Is more than
enough reward for anything 1 have done.
YOU"
But your cousin" Miss Allin inter-
rupted, desperately dashing back to safe
ground and dragging her sutton after her.
"Oh, yes, to be sure; my cousin" Dam
gerf1eld said, his voice wrenched into Its
normal tones. 81 was forgetting that L had
not told you the sequel Well, Miss Allin,
l found my cousin; and 1 assure you 1t
was one of the bitterest moments of my
life. For I found him in a low, riverside
quarter of Melbourne, a physical and men,
tai wreck and full of the vilest animosity
to the poor old man across the sea who
was yearning for reconciliation"
How dreadful; how terrible for you!"
Lucille said, feeiingly. Wasn't he CRATE
full for your coming?'
"Grateful He abused me like a pick
pocket. He had made a bit of money 1t
appeared, and had drifted down into a low
life, from which he had no intention of re-
turning. He told me to go home and tell
his father that he was done with him; and
for the rest, that I and Uncle Mallow and
the Gresham house might all go to the
deuce together
You can imagine what it will be like for
me to deliver such message. l have tried
to break 1t gently by letter, but have kept
the worst for my return-I sail next month,
you know-because l believe the shock of
full knowledge may kill the dear old gentle
man outright. He is clinging to life now
because he Is possessed with the longing
for Herries' love and companionship. I
fear, very much fear, that when he real
les
They were at the ford. The story was
Interrupted by the noise of the creek. The
bank dipped unexpectedly below the horses
hoofs and Jones had swung them to sud-
den halt. He peered through the darkness,
studying the scene before him intently, and
Dangerfield broke off with a click Of con-
Sternaton.
Lucille sat dumb; the outlook was un-
promising. The rays of the lantern and the
western lightning In the sky suggested
rather than showed, a tumbling, turgid
stream where they had crossed that morn
ing fetlock deep through placid waters
The sheoaks above the bank were tossing
their branches and creaking in the gale:
white crests glinted as the spate foamed
over the shadows; a bullying thing that
was a dead sheep, whirled into the Ian
terms ken and whirled away again. A
shepherds deserted hut was vaguely indi-
Gated on Dangertields right. and loosened
shingle on Its roof was beating tattoos in
the wind.
Good Lord, How are We to cross that?"
Dangerfield said.
Jones, to whom he addressed himself did
not answer at the time. He was busy with
his own calculations. He left the two
riders for few minutes, the three horses
budding together for comfort In the bitter
rain, and he went down to the lip of the
creek and flashed the lantern upon 1t. An
uprooted tree numbered by, into the light
and out again. Jones whstled and waded in
suhmerging ankle, knee and thigh, till he
had felt his way to the middle stream.
Miss Allin bent over her horses withers
! and called to him.
"Jonesi You mustn't do that! You will
be swept away. The water is much too
high for a man to stand up in it alone
Call him, Mr.. Dangertield He is doing a
dreadfully reckless thing, for he must know
what flood means in a creek like ours.
MadneSSn'
The groom could hardly have heard either
her voice or her companions above the
tumult Of the elements; but he battled
again to them, fighting his way by half
facing upstream and conquering the cur
rent that swirled about his legs. He sat
down on the stone which marked the ford