Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-15

when David looked at her her eyes fell
They all kind enough at first, no doubt.
and their kindness ends here, where the grass
grows, and the winds moan all night, Gweni
! do not know who or what you are sir, she
added, with that puzzling sharpness, or
what your motive may be; but-what have
you done with my sisters paPersf"
Papers?" said David. You surprise me.
Are there any papers of your sisters in the fiat"
She looked keenly at him. with eyelids
lowered, seeking to read his mind as though it
was an open book. WHO knows?" said she.
He recalled his harmless conversational
dodge with Dibbin. He could have smiled
at the thought but he only answered, Surely
all her papers have been removed"
Who knowsl" she said again, eying him
keenly
Certainly, have seen no papers!" he
exclaimed.
Well, you seem honest"
4 hope so"
If you did happen to find any papers in
the fat, they would not be your property,
would they?"
"Of course not. "
What would YOU do with them2"
would give them to you"
God grant that you are honestl" she
sighed But how would you find me?"
If you give me your name and address"
My name is Violet Mordaunt," she said
of rashness. My home is at Rigsworth, in
Warwickshire, near kenilworth; but l am for
the present in London, at"
Before she could mention her London
address, they were both aware that third
person was with them. The light carpet of
snow would not have deadened the new
comer's approach to David's ears, were it not
that he was so absorbed IN the words, the looks,
the merest gestures of his companion David
heard the girl say, oh, Mr.. van Hupfeldtl"
and a man walked past him to the grave with
lifted hat. The man and Violet Mordaunt
shook hands. 1t was now getting dark; but
David could see that the newcomer was an
uncommonly handsome person, turned out
with tautless elegance from his glossy beaver
to the tip of his uerHt boots of dark, sallow
skin and a black mustache as daintily curled
as those mustaChes which one sees in the cos
tuners windows. David stepped back a little
and stood awkwardy, Beside this West End
dandy he felt that he was somewhat of a
rough rider, and, like most young men lowered
with both brain and sinew, he fancled that
women inclined more readily to the trinity
dressed pOpinay of society Yet Violet Nor
daunt seemed anything but pleased at the
interruption
Il am come to look for you by the request
of your mother, David heard the stranger say.
" 1t was feared that you might be here, and |
am to take you home, If you Will do me the
honor to come in my carriage"
But | ought not 70 be tracked" said
Violet, with the quick petulance which already
was music for David.
There IS the question of tea and dinner"
remarked NJ. van Hupfeldt IF lady will not
eat, she must expect to be plagued"
g prefer to walk home"
That couldn't be DONE it is too far" said
van HuPfeldt oh, come, GOMEZ" he went
on pleadingly, with a fond gaze into her eyes.
A minute afterward they left the grave to-
gether. Van Hupfeldt, as he passed David on
the path frowned momentarily; Violet slightly
inclined her head
Three yards away after they had passed
David something fell from Violet-a card
whether by accident or design David did not
know; but the thought that it might be by
design sent thrill through his frame. He
picked it up. 1t had on it the address of a
boarding house in Portchester Gardens.
He was yet tingling with the hope of meeting
her again when a custodian approached.
Must shut the gates, sir" he said
And the clang of iron brought David back
to the roadway and reality once more.
To be continued next Sunday