Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-09


and daughter knew the instant he entered the library
'You look as pleased though you had found
something or had good news said Madge, who
usually spoke before her mother had an oppor-
tunity.
Il am pleased met nv old friend John Wynne
to-day He tells me he is off to Florida next month
on business, so l made him promise to send his
daughter to spend the month with us.
You did WHAT" his listeners exclaimed, in
sternation.
Mr. Tyler regarded them sternly, all the joy fading
from his face Il invited my old friends daughter
to visit us during the month he will be absent
he repeated slowly. 1.-The girl is his only child.
She does not to go to Florida, so l suggested
her.
What are we to do with girl from the country?"
Madge interrupted "A farmers daughter!-her
father is farmer 1 suppose? l thought SO. The
very idea of having such person under the same roof
for whole month makes me furious!"
Her father looked at her quietly for moment.
Under his steady scrutiny her glance fell abashed.
Mr. Tyler was the one being whom she feared
For once you will be forced to control your
fury; for she is coming. I made John promise, and
he is not to break promises. l have excellent
proof of that"
Mr. Tyler put up his hand authoritatvely mot
another word! See to it that she is treated excep
tonay well. We owe her father all have,
Mary" he said turning abruptly to his wife. 1t
was John Wynne who saved me from ruin when
l on the verge q lew years ago. L never can
do enough for him his. | wish you both to
member this. You had better write to Miss Wynne
at once and second my invitation
Whereupon, having said his say, Mr.. Tyler left
the room, his face set and unusually stern.
At that moment Clarence Joyce was announced
Clarence Joyce was an architect and successful
one. Upon the outskirts of the city he had set up
for himself a house beautiful, whose quaint
terror rivaled by unique interior furnishings.
While on six months business trip to Europe
Joyce had bought in Antwerp and many old
cities where treasures found things rarely
secured even by the professional curio-seeker All
wondered where he got them.
He is so handsome, charming explained
admring young matron, that these people are
glad to show him their best goods"
For consideration laughed her husband.
"Of course" she said less enthusiastically.
Chaf aside, Joyce was a good-ooking fellow, and
charming, if such word could fit a stalwart
who was essentially masculine He would have
laughed had he heard such term applied to him.
His good looks concerned him little. He never
dreamed that his fine eyes, splendid teeth and we'll
set head had anything to do with his social favor
itsm among women. For only son he sim
gularly modest. Society did its best to spoil him.
although his forefathers did not until
many years after the Mayfower There was no need,
possibly. Be that it may, they God-fearing
patriots who had lived clean lives, and passed
away to make room for the childrens children
Young Joyce worthy of his forebears. He
believed work to be the essential thing in mans
life He willing to sweat in order to eat bread.
He had sweated metaphorically and actually before
he had partaken of bread baked in the oven of ex-
perience, and it tasted sweeter than any left over
through his fathers thrift.
His mother lived with him in the house beautiful
and made home for him too perfect for any mans
deserts, he often told himself She white-haired
and gentle of MEN, the idol and chum of her boy.
Both old and young focked to their home The