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

and the first whisper of her alarms began
to make t isseii heard, How , 4 ne could not
or even conspiracy? Terrified by the phan-
toms of imagination which now crowded
upon her, she compelled her father to warn
the ministry at Bucharest, the foreign Of
flee, the consulate. The letters were an
swered by promises as meaningless as they
were futile. Gavin's few relatives in Eng
land bestirred themselves with little result,
while Bucharest answered that the Eng
lshmen had crossed the mountains into
Servia and that nothing further of them
was known.
So Evelyn had come to London to save
the man she loved, If her new independ-
ence and her love might save him. She
cared no longer. that her father should
know of this determination, for she doubted
both his will to help her and the honesty
OF the declaration that he would do so. In
truth, Robert Forester had been unable to
give battle to those forces which the years
and his own youth had ragged against him.
To one who had loved the wild life of an
adventurer, who had sown tares In many
lands, the harvest time of age could sup
port no pretentious dignity nor long main
tain those greater ambitions which had
momentarily attended his succession to the
earldom.
became an old man when he should still
have been in his prime; could utter but a
senile assent to every rogue who tricked
him. Deep down In his heart lay hunger
for the old life An evil cynicism laughed
at the restraints which place and power
put upon him.
Better night on the hills with Zal-
lony.'' he could tell himself, than a life's
dominion In the realms of social faulty"
1t would have been SO easy for him had
Evelyn married Georges Odin's son. What
1t might have meant to her ne had hardly
considered.
And yet possibly his love for Evelyn was
the truest emotion of his life. When her
letter reached him and he could bring him
self to understand 1t the blow fell with a
stunning force which seemed to shatter
every remaining idol of his life. His be-
loved daughteri The mistress of his housed
Capering about upon a stage for the guineas
of a man he, Robert Forester, could have
bought up twenty times over Here was
debacle beyond any he had imagined The
humiliation of 1t, the cruelty of it-more
than that, the malice of her destiny Was
she not Dora dIstrans daughter, and had
not this blood of rebellion run in her veins
since her childhood? What else could he
have looked for? he asked himself .
and in the same breath he set the logic of
1t aside and sat down to write to her.
1t was a pitiful letter, full of the tender
est expressions and the bitterest reproach.
Do YOU owe nothing to my name?" he
asked her, and In the same sentence could
and am alone and must look to the news
papers for news OF the daughter who is all
to me- Is this fame so much above
fathers affection. then; 30 dear thing
that his home must be home no longer
because of It? The people say you are a
great actress; some day you viii ask your
self, Evelyn, il 1t was worth being that to
wound one who has had no greater desire
1s e 81 ss qny mud hs delivered
himself at home, and, now as then. the
words earned but cold response. There
- some secret Of nay fathers life which is
could be. why it should affect her, she knew
not When he spoke OF hts failing health