Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-11-03

the house nearly eight mile by road from
the nearest station.
They think the thieves had a motor car.
said the youngest of the party, DanieIs
admirer, the lad Prowse. Twas your son
himself, Mr.. Sweetland, who thought OF
that; for l heard him tell the inspector SO
last week at the Warren Inn an the In
spector-Mr. Gregory, 1 mean-slapped his
leg an said twas the likeliest thing he'd
heard
were filled again.
LAS to Dam summed up Mr.. BARLEY,
"come a few weeks more an he ii be mar
ried There's nought like marriage 1or
pulling a man together; an she m q very
nice maiden by all accounts. Bant 1 rlght,
gamekeeper?'
You are" answered Sweetland. Though
I say it, Minnie Marshalrs too good for my
son. 1 never met a girl made of properer
stuff-so quiet and thoughtful. Many ladies'
I've in the sporting field werent
patch on her for sense an dignity. God he
knows what she seed in Daniel l should
have thought that Sim here, with his nice
speech an pale face. an indoor manners,
was much more like to suit her.
Under the table Titus Sim clutched ms
hands until the knuckles grew white. But
on his face was resigned smile
Thank you for that word, Sweetand.
Twas a knock-down blow; but of course
my only wish is her happiness now. pray
an hope that Dan Will make goou nus
band for her.
"Sheve got power over him as never
thought no female could get over Dan,'
said Prowse.
That's because youm a green boy an
don't know what the power of the female
be yet" answered BARLEY. There ne is!
he added. Hem sitting in the trap out
side, an Mr.. Henry's speaking to him.
Sweetland and the rest turned their eyes
to the window
Hes borrowed the trap from Butcher
Smart" said Daniels father. Hes going
to drive Minnie out to the Warren Inn on
Dartmoor this evening. There's a cottage
there, within two miles from Vitifer mine;
an If she likes it. he's going to take her
there to dwell after they'm married.
At the door of the White Hart stood
horse and trap young woman held the
reins and beside the vehicle two men talked
and walked up and down. The threads
of their lives were inextricably interviewer
though neither guessed it. Birth, education,
postion separated them widely; IL had
seemed improbable that circumstances
could bring them more closely together'
but chance willed otherwise, and Tune was
to see the friendship of their boyhood 1oi-
lowed by strange and terrible tests ana
hazards involving the lives of both.
Young Henry Vivian had just come down
from oxford. His career was Represented
by a first class in classics and Dlue LOT
Rughy foot ball. He thought well or MINI
self, and had right to do so. He had
imbibed the old-fashioned. crusted opinions
of his race and his own genius ana mel
nations echoed them. He was honorable;
and upright, and proud. He recognized
his duty to his ancestors and to those VINO
should follow him. Time had not tried him
and lacking any gift OF imagination ne
was powerlesS to put himself IN the piace
of those who might have stronger passions
greater temptations, and fewer advantages
than himself. Thus his error was TO pc
censorious and uncharitable. Eton had also
made him conceited He was Drown
trim, s.nall-featured man. with pride of
race in the turn of his head and naughty
| mouth. His small mustache was curled up
at the ends; his eyes were quick and hard
| He placed his hand on Daniel Sweetland S
shoulder as they walked together; and he
| had to raise his elbow pretty hlgh, Tor
| Dan stood six feet tall while young Vivian
ives several inches shorter
"We're old friends, Daniel. and l owe you
more than you'd admit-to shoot straight
and to ride straight. too, for that matter:
So it's a sorrow to me to hear these bad
reports.
us don't think alike. your honor" said
Daniel But for you I'd do all man
might There's few I'd trouble about; but
| 'twould be a real bad day for me II
thought you was angry with me.
go straight then-in word and deed
With such a father as Matthew. there's no
excuse for you. An such W re too. For
I'll wager that young woman there Will
be a godsend, Daniel. My mother tells
me that Lady Giffard at Westcombe says
! she never had a better servant.
Daniels eye clouded at recollection.
Her ladyship tells true" he said; land
vet there be knaves here and there go
| about saying that Minnie had hand in
| the burglary fortnight since. and that she
helped me to know the ways of the house.
| l knocked Saul Pratt down in the public
| street last Wednesday for saying it, an
| broke loose two of his front teeth"
I'D have done the same. for know that
| rumor Is lie, Dan; an so does every
| other man who knows you. BY the way.
| I've got something for you. 1t will show
| you that I'm going to forget the poach!ng
| stories against you. If you'll come up
| tomorrow night at 0 and ask for me, I'll
tell them to bring you to mys study, and
| we'll have a yarn about old times. It's a
] gun l have for you-a real good one as a
| wedding present. And we'll l know you'll
| never put 1t to dishonest use. Daniel"
| Young Sweetand grinned and grew hot
with pleasure. He was fine, powerful
| man, very like s father, but with some
/ magic in his face the parent lacked. Dams
deep jaw was UNDERLYING trifie; his fore
| head sloped back rather sharply and his
| neck was thin and sinewy. Every line of
| him spoke the fighter, but he was bulldog
in temper as well as in build. Good nature