Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-01-07

made a mistake that's all. We won't stop
here after ALI Go on down to the stables
and see if you can find Hawkins. Tell him
I've come to take possession" His voice
meant business and they filed quietly out
the door, casting long flirtatious glances at
the Dutch silhouette standing out behind
Warfield.
Toward evening Marian stole down to the
dairy to put the milk away. She could not
go back to town until morning, and there
was her work to be done so long as she
stayed. The young men had left several
hours before. She was half way across the
room when she looked up and saw Max
still in riding breeches, swinging his feet
from a table. She drew back.
Come in. my girl. I want to talk with
you," he said. His manner was apollo
getic and, strangely enough, he seemed not
to have recognized her
Marian breathed more freely. She ar
ranged the milk pans carefully, the click of
her sabots filling in the uncomfortable ST.
lence Presently she dropped empty pan.
After awhile another. 1t made a terrible
noise. Still Max watched her. He took
out a cigarette and lighted 1t.
Hard work." he commented between
puffs; hard work looking for a lost girl
Pans were convenient; Marion dropped
another.
"And it's sometimes troublesome matter
deciding whether she jumped into the East
river. the Harlem or Hudson
Marion wrinkled up her face and shifted
the air. 1t was full of smoke.
You be so goot?' she said showing the
way to the door.
Certainly he said. and tossed out the
cigarette. He crossed his legs and showed
his hands deep into the pockets of his rid
ing breeches.
"How long have you been receiving nv
money, Marian?" he asked.
She wheeled toward him.
You miserable, deSpicable wretch, I've
taken all the insults from you I'm going to
1 never received a penny of your money"
She was fleeing toward the door. but Max.
throwing out an arm to the wall, detained
her.
Aren't you sorry you Gamer" he asked.
Marian made another Intellectual effort to
pass; his arm was as infiexible as iron She
stopped struggling and glared at him.
"Willful young ladies usually come to
grief" he observed, coolly.
Marian measured her words.
II am not in the least sorry came, Max
Warfleld. 1t has taught me just what kind
of a man you are"
Max Warfeld threw back his head again
and laughed.
That's it, acknowledge your identity,
the braids." He reached up deliberately
and tugged at the strings under her chin.
He got them into a hopeless knot She
tried to pull away.
II hate your she cried
"Oh, no, you don't. You don't even think
you do He smiled, leaning closer-to see
the knot. Cant you understand how 1t is.
my dear?"
mo, can't. Max warheld. and won'tr'
Marian raised a threatening hand RE
lease my homeland mev'
He held the bonnet strings with one hand
and seized both her wrists with the other.
See here, Marian, this has got to stop!
You can't go on treating your-your EN-
ployer In such shabby fashion. And be-
Sides you like me; you know you do
Marian squirmed. The clasp on her hands
frightened.
Hurry up; you do. don't your" Her
wrist hurt Just little.
Max Warfeld, you're a big baby; my
brother used to do that twenty years ago.
Exactly! And he got what he wanted,
didn't hep
Marian struggled helplessIy Yes" she
said, quietly, after while.
And do I?'' still holding her hands.
But can't write stories" she argued.
do IT. he persisted, ignoring her remark
and compelling her gaze.
Yea"