Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-12-31

us that the kind of things you say? They
are making you out humcrist.'
There's no harder lot. Who is this enc
my that's undoing me-"
There's certain person called Raridan.
He's always telling me of the things you
say"
THE villain. 1 merely lecture him for his
good; and so he thought / was joking?'
They had reached the Porter grounds
where the walk had been cleared, and they
stamped the snow from their shoes on the
cement pavement and walked on together.
Evelyn dropped her tone of raillery. and
John asked about her father. John had fol-
lowed Mr.. Porter's sickness through Rari-
dams reports, and had called at the house
only few times since the bankers seizure.
They entered the gate at the foot of the hill
and walked up the long slope to the door.
Wont you come in?'
II oughtn't to; there work waiting for me
down town"
She sent the maid who let them in
furs in the hall while it was being
brought. The tea table had been moved
into the library during Mrs. Whipple S
visit. and Evelyn left John to revive the
Saxton had not taken off his coat, and
when she came back he stood buttoning
1t as II he meant to leave
It's historic, but not exactly a handsome
garment" she said, shaking the tea caddy
You shake the caddy when you can't
hit the ball: new rule of golf He had
buttoned his ulster to the chin, and really
intended to go. She poured the steaming
water into the teapot, and walked to the
fire with folded arms, shivering
"Of course, If you prefer your uniform
She spread her hands to the flames Her
mood was new to him; he felt suddenly
that he knew her better than ever before;
and this having occurred to him as he
stood watching her, he accused himself in
stantly. He had no right to be there: no
one had any right to be there but Wary
Raridan! She had turned swiftly and was
smiling at him. The darkness had fallen
suddenly outside. The maid went about
closing blinds and turning on the lights,
He felt. by anticipation, the loneliness that
lay for him beyond the soft glow of this
| room. This was, after all. only moment S
respite.
Evelyn was back at the tea table She
held a lump of sugar poised above a cup,
and looked at him inquiringly, as though
of course, he was staying and wished his
/ tea. He unbuttoned the coat and threw it
on a chair
"One lump, thanksY'
1T was the sandwiches that did it, I'm
| sure" she said. passing him a plate OF
bread and butter.
Il should like to refute your statement,
but candor compels me to admit its TRUTH
| he answered. II just happen to remember
that haven't had luncheon yet. Excuse
! She went to the wall and pushed a but
| ton.
You're a foolish person and I'm going to
| punish you. Fathers beef tea Is ready day
and night and"-she said to the Swedish
maid-"bring some more hot water and the
decanter"
"J'y suis; Jy reste. think / have died
and gone to heaven"
You don't deserve heaven. Why didn't
you tell me?"
That l wanted sandwich? They advised
| me against 1t as kid. We are taught re-
| preston IN Massachusetts, and try to live
up to my training.
| He pronounced beef tea no such deadly
/ drug as IL was reported to be. and he drank
| it until she was content. He concocted q
/ hot toddy while she twitted him about his
use of the tea table implements for SO tgno-