Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-08-27

And when the end of her day had come
and she was able to ride back home she felt
impelled to come by way Of Fourways, in
the faint hope of seeing or hearing some
thing of her unlucky lover.
1t was a dull, dark evening. and a driz-
cling rain was Just beginning to fall, en-
veloptng both land and sea in cold gray
veil. when she drew near the top of the
slight hill upon which Mrs. Treveddoe s
house stood. 1t looked. she thought, more
desolate than ever on this raw September
evening, without SO much as a light in one
OF Its windows or sign of life on any side
OF the dwelling
Pfety, who had ridden past as slowly as
she could, was forced to turn the corner
and cross the railway bridge without hav-
Ing caught glimpse either OF Nigel or his
mother.
Had they left the house-the neighbor-
hood? AS she asked herself this question
Pfety was seized with cold chill of misery
akin to despair. Though she knew that this
was the best thing he could do for himself,
the thought that she would perhaps never
see him again hurt her more than she could
have believed possible. 1t was with a heart
heavy with doubt and dread that she slowly
climbed the gentle hill which led to st.
Martins.
scattered cottages, nesting in thieket of
trees little way ahead of her, and the
Held on her right hand, as far as the farm
was bordered by thin hedge. Behind this
hedse she could see man walking slowly
up the field. stopping every now and then
to give glance behind him. Although he
was In plain clothes. she had no difficulty
In recognizing the man as policeman and
with start she realized that the little
house at Fourways was being watched It
was certain, then, she thought, that Nigel
had not gone away. Unable to return to
her home in the suspense she was In about
him, she turned her bicycle and took the
Canterbury road, from which as 1t was on
rising ground for some distance she could
watch what happened about the TreveISna
house.
When she had reached the point whence
the road began to slope down again she
returned at slow pace. and had not come
up of the heart, a figure. which she knau,
TO De NigePs, issuing from the house and
ascending the hill toward ST. Martins at
q rapid pace.
gait, even at this distance, she Thought
ana the idea that he was perhaps making
ms escape and going through ignorance. in
the very direction which the policeman had
taken. troubled and alarmed her.
Anxious to give him a word of warning
or at least of farewell In case her sus-
picions should be correct she came down.
the rest OF the hill at a rapid rate. turned
INTO ST Martins road again and rode up in
pursuit. But he had had too good a start
OF her, and being feet of foot had disap-
peared by the time she came abreast of
the stacks of hay and corn belonging to
the farm at the top.
Piety dismounted and looked about her.
just In front of her the trees. which grew
thickly at this spot arched over the road,
and made short but deeply shady avenue.
In the shelter of which the farm house and
the laborers' cottages, standing in their
little gardens, clustered in picturesque fash
ion.
On the right we're the fields, and the
group OF tall stacks .some forty and fifty
yards from tbs place where she stood. On