Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-11-19


arm Bradshaw would have been more than human
had he resisted such offer from the lovely young
woman who had than half his heart.
Still trivial as the incident was it enough put
a serious barrier between Edith and George Lester.
She was too proud to justify perfectly innocent
action, and he equally proud, had the question OF
Edith's fortune brought wildly before him.
The feelings of Edith when her fit of weeping
had abated a little, underwent some change. At
first her emotion had been pure grief that the per-
son she loved best earth could m1sJudge her so
cruelty, but now anger assumed it's sway. 1t
longer g How could he?' but How dare her. He
ought to have trusted her implicitly. One thing
was certain nothing could ever bring things back
to the old level. Everything at end between
them
And what of Lester? He too regarded the
romance of his life irrevocaby ended. 1t
actually and truly the one romance of his life for,
at an age when most young men are falling in and
out of love, he had been making medical history in
the African swamps and jungles. Hence, when he
did fall in love- he developed the disease seriously.
It's symptoms simple enough. Presently,
when the first smart had off, he would try to
find scientific explanation of it, probably
coming to the conclusion that the severity of his
attack was due to the fact that he had not been
"immunzed" by previous incubation from Cupid's
shafts
At first he decided to leave Arncliffe at and
seek distraction in travel and hard work He even
went so far as to pay his bill at the inn and send
the bulk of his luggage to the station. Then he
remembered that the mystery of Lord Arncliffe's
death was still unso1ved and while that the
case Edith remained in peril No, he must remain
and see it out.
While he coming to this decision Edith
alarming herself with the possibility that he
might go away and never, return. He
had looked dreadfully ILL., Edith, with shud-
der, recalled Bradshaw's expressive opinion
of Testers state. She proceeded forthwith
to k her with feVe att he
same time drawing moving picture of
herself living alone and unwed, for his dear 4
sake that she began to weep again with II
unimpaired vigor.
There came a sharp tap at her door, and she b
sprang up, instinctively putting her hands Is
to her hair and rushing to the looking glass. Il
"What is it" she called. 81 am dressing &
{" young lady has arrived miss, and s
she is waiting" Ell
No, she is not, broke in a clear, musical
voice. Here l am, Edith. Do let in,
there's dear" 81
Edith ran eagerly to the door. The next E
instant she was clasped in the arms of a
radiant young beauty, who greeted her Il
with genuine affection. This was the friend
to whom Edith had written in of the
letters purloined by Brading.
You poor darling" exclaimed the visitor
breathlessly. Il could not wait downstairs.
felt had to come to you at once.
" How good of you to come, dear Phyllis q
said Edith, returning her affectionate glance. 81
:" | have not been able to exchange two ideas
with woman for ages. Mrs. Angler, the B
wife of my trustee, has taken it into her 81
head to regard me monster of inquity; e
and although Mrs. Warren the housekecper
has shown many thoughtful kindnesses
she is Unconditional that might well
make friends with a fish,.
Il know nodded PHYLLIS; II saw her-a
stately old party with face like a craven
image She looked respectful disapproval