Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-28

only speak out and tell me what I ought
to hear, 1t would be easier"
Arthur laughed and stopped to light his
pipe by the fire again.
What's the good Of talking. A pal asks
you to come and you CO. Is 1t his fault II
wheel comes off the coach? Let me have
five minutes alone with that blind scoundrel
and I'll be eloquent enough Otherwise /
intend to make myself comfortable as l
can under the circumstances. There's no
fun in boxing scimitars-as we both of us
have discovered"
They had discovered It, indeed. From the
first day of their captivity In the noun
tatns, insult, foul, oft-repeated revolving
insult had been their daily punishment.
they COULD have suffered; but the blind
mans tongue, the lash of the whip his
servants welded, might have driven Drawer
men to that last resource which faith in
God alone can question or deny. The very
wound which Arthur Kenyon made light of
had been the first fruits of their English
temper. gypsy had dashed him across
the shoulder with a riding whip and he had
answered with an English left, straight and
unerring. But the blow had scarcely been
struck before wild horde filled the room,
its knives unsheathed, murder in It's eyes
and from murder the terrible voice of the
blind man alone withheld it. So the two
comrades spoke of fighting scimitars-that
was no jest at all.
you are friend In a hundred thou
sand" Gavin exclaimed as one who spoke
from his very heart Pm not going to
thank you, Arthur. What Is the good or
words between you and me? Here We are,
worse than dead, by God and not
a ray of light. not a speck anywhere How
will 1t end? How can 1t end? You heard
him tell me this morning that Evelyn viii
marry his rascally son In ten Gays time.
Well, tonight I'm just In that humor which
says, II may be true, he may have tired her
out lied TO her, promised her God knows
what-my liberty perhaps and her fathers
happiness afterward. 1t might be that,
Arthur. try to put It fairly; ana YET
must say that 1t might be So
There are a hundred things that might
be SO. old man. This house might fail
down the hill and the eagles carry you and
de foie gras for supper and "a champagne
to wash it down with. There's no greater
rot than the might-be-so. Tell me how 10
get out of this cursed den ana II listen
with both ears. As for Lady Evelyn-shes
too much a woman to do any OF the Things
you talk about. For all you know some
sham tale has been told her-telegrams sent
In our name, or something to lulu her sus-
picions. When a man is travelling thou
sand miles from home, people don't set
alarmed about him for month or two. But
this I'll stake my existence upon, tnat once
Evelyn guesses it's not all right with US
she'll move heaven and earth to know the
reason why That's what keeps me sane
I should kin this old man and myself
afterward IL It were not that ! believe N
my friends. Doing so, just sit down ana
walt like the Spaniards. for tomorrow
Gavin heard him In silence. This great
room had become their prison house; re-
fectory by day and dormttory by night
For an hour each morning they were per-
mitted to go out into the court. where
vista of the sky spoke to them or liberty
and the massive portcullis of the draw
bridge Knocked the Idle word. Until the
Englishwoman is my sons wife" had been
the sentence pronounced by the old cheya-
iier; and he repeated 1t day by day, tap
ping his way to their great bare cell, strik-
ing AT them with his stick, cursng them
very fend incarnate. mad with the lust of
money and the desire of revenge And
against such an enemy they were doubly
powerless--not only by reason of his blind
ness, but by the knowledge that unseen
eyes followed him to their room, and that
HIS allies, the gypsies, hidden in the house
of Setchevo were ready to do his bidding
did he but raise his voice TO call them.
Brave men, who do not knew fear In
common way. may bend and break before
such torture as this - the torture of
impotence and OF unseen presences about
them Gavin had come to declare that he