Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-14

some one watched her hiding place behind
the willows of the pool. Whoever the In
truder might be. he withdrew when she
locked up, and his face remained undts-
covered. Evelyn resented this intrusion
greatly, and was about to move away when
some one, hidden by the trees, began to
play either very sweetly, and to this the
music of a guitar and fiddle was added
presently, and then the pleasing notes of
human voice. Pushing her canoe out into
the stream. Evelyn could just espy a red
scarf flashing between the trees and, from
time to time, the dark face of true son of
Egypt. Who these men were why they
thus defed her privacy. she could not so
much as hazard; did she any longer re-
sent their temerity. The weird, wild music
made strange appeal to her. 1t awakened
impulses and ideas she had striven to sub
due; inspired her imagina ton to old ideals
excited and troubled her as no music she
had heard before. The same mad courage
which sent her to London to play upon the
stage of a theater returned to her and filled
her with an nexplicable ecstasy. She had
all the desire to trample down the conven-
lions which stifled her liberty and to let
the world think as 1t would Eta Romney
came back to life and being in that moment
Eta speaking to Evelyn and saying, This
is a message of the joy of life, listen, for It
is the voice of destiny
The music ceased upon a weird chord In
a minor key; and, when 1t had died away,
Evelyn became aware that the men were
talking in a strange tongue and secretly.
clarng their presence With the passing
of the spell of sweet sounds. she found her
self not without a little alarmed curiosity
to learn who they were and by whom they
had been permitted to wander abroad in
the park. apparently unquestioned and I'M
known. DisQuiet, indeed, would have sent
her TO the house again, but for the appear
ance of no other than Count Odin himself.
who came without warning TO the waters
edge and laughed at her evident perplexity
MY fellows annoy you, dear lady" he
said. Pray let me make the excuses for
them. You do not like their music-is IT
not SOP
Not at all, I like 1t very much" she
said, not weighing her words. 1T Is the
maddest music I ever heard in all my life"
Then come and tell young Zallony So /
brought him to England. Lady Evelyn. l
mean to make his fortune. Come and see
him and tell him IL London will not like
him when he scrapeS the fiddle in ladys
ear 1t would be gracious OF you to do
that-these poor fellows would die II you
English ladies did not clap the hands for
them Come and be good TO young Zallony
and he VIII never forget
He helped her ashore with his left hand
for his right he carried In a silken scarf.
the last remaining witness to his accident
His dress was weli-fltting suit of gray
iannels. with a faint blue stripe upon them
He had the air and manner of man who
denied himself no luxury and was perfectly
well aware OF the fascination he exercised
upon the majority of women he met what
eyer their Nationality HAD Evelyn been
questioned she would have said that his
eyes were the best gift with which nature
had lowered him. OF the darkest gray, soft
and languishing In q common way. they
could, when passion dominated them look
into the very soul of the chosen victim and
leave 1t almost helpless before their stead
fast gaze. To this a soldiers carriage was
to be added: the grand air OF man born
In the east and accustomed to be obeyed.
This is Zallony.a he said with a tinge of
pride in his voice. ALSO the son of man
with whom your father was very well &C
auainted in his younger days. Command
him and he will fiddle for you. There are a.
hundred ladies In Bucharest who are at
all times, ready to die for him. He comes
to England and spares their lives Admit
his generosity. dear lady. He will be very
kind to you for my sake
zallony was a Romany of Romantics; a
tall. dark-eyed gypsy; slim and graceful,
and musician In every thought and act
of his life. He wore a dark suit of serge,
a broad-brimmed hat and a bright blue
scarf about his waist. With him were
three others; one very old man dressed
IN bizarre fashion of the east and at no
pains to adapt 1t to the conventions of the
west; the rest, dsrk-visaged, far from ami
able-looking fellows, who might never have
smiled In all their lives. zallony remained
prince among them. He bowed low to
Evelyn and instantly struck up lively air.
which the others took up with that verye
and spirit so characteristic of eastern mu-