Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-28
Ana her prayer was this for Gavin's
safety and her own salvation IN his love.


Unity Hf8AtS GxacttS Wnen, JuEt Is &He was
going on the stage on the evening of the
thirty-frst day. cail-boy put a telegram
into her hand and she had scarcely opened
| II when she discovered that it was from
her father.
Il am passing through London upon my
way to Paris 1t said: perhaps i shall be
In the theater. II not. come to me after
ward to De Kyssr's Hotel. will engage
room for you there"
She told the boy that there was no an
swer to the message and Immediately
passed to the garden scene she had played
SO often and always with such sweetness
and light. TIE thought that her father
might be in the house excited her strange
ly. Difficult as 1t Is for q player upon the
stage TO identify those In the stalls, she
peered intentiy. nevertheless. at the serried
ranks before her and was conscious OF a
sense of Disappointment when her search
was vain second thought suggested that
her father might be hidden by the cur
tains OF a private box; and with this in her
mind she found herself playing. not, as 1t
were to audience of strangers, but to
one who loved her and had never under
stood her. Surely her father would resid
something of her own story, of her loyalty
to her old home, and the depth of feeling
which had sent her from 1t when he lis
tened to Di Vernon and her sweet SINGER
ity. This was her hope, though she knew
not whether the earl were present or no.
To her anxious questions during the en-
tractes, old Jacobs. the stage door keeper,
declared that no one hadn't come round
from the front not since he'd drunk his
supper beer'-a vague answer, insomuch as
the beer in question made its appearance at
o'clock and continued to do at short
intervals until IL.
She must suffer her curiosity, therefore
and take what profit OF it she might. When
the play was over and no news came from
h. feIa al. l<>l a<.tY~o
gret that her father had not been present;
and she was just wondering how she would
get to De Kyser's Hotel and exactly where
1t might be when old Jacobs himself. TN
tell her that a carriage stood at the door
ready for her and that 1t was a
'nobby one" to boot.
She's footlghts enough for a ballet the
old man said, with the patronizing air OF
one who did not keep motor cars and
thought very little of those who did. He
says he comes from your father, but ]
shouldn't wonder IL 1t were from Bueking-
ham Palace. VIII you go, miss, or shall /
say something civil to him.
Evelyn FASTENED to say that she would
go, and putting on her furs, she went out
to the carriage. This was waiting in the
quite boy, an open-faced. honest-looking
lad, who told her frankly that he was not
| to take her to De kysers Hotel, but to a
house at Hampstead where the earl ex-
pected her.
There's a Mr.. Fillmore there. miss he
| said. II think he's a clergyman. They
| said you would know, and II would be all
| right for you to stop the night. The gen.
| tlemen are going away early in the morn
| ing, 1 believe-at least 1 heard the butler
| saying So"
| 1t was rather startling, but Evelyn sus-
pected nothing That old chatter-boX, the
vicar of Moretown, had relatives at Hamp-
stead, she knew, and nothing would be
| more natural than that he should have ac-
companied her father to town. None the
| less, it was annoying to have to go as she
| was; and nothing but the earfs known IN
| tentions to travel abroad almost immediate
| ly induced her to consent.
Gould you bring me back tonight IL
wished?'' she asked the lad.
He answered: "Oh, certainly, miss. I'm
| up half the night carrying ladies about
sometimes.
parley and they drove swiftly through Re-
gent street and Portland place. Her desire
| to meet her father betrayed her uncon-
quered affection for him. She would tell
him frankly that she would not return to
him until she went as Gavin Ord's wife;
and that her life from this time would be
devoted to discovering the result OF Gayins
Journey and the reasons which kept him In
Roumania This would not be to say that
he had ever dealt ungenerously with her;
far from 1t, the whole of his immense for
tune had ever been at her command but
the advantages which his money conferred
upon her entailed corresponding duties; and
she did not believe that her love for Gavin
permitted her to live under the roof which
also sheltered Georges Odin's son. For
these reasons she had left her home, and
to justify herself by them she now went to
Hampstead at her fathers bidding.
There was much gray mist In the low
lands by Regents Park; and, although the
night became clearer as they climbed the
height to Hampstead 1t remained dark and
moonless, and rarely permitted Evelyn to
say where she was or how far they had
driven. In no way concerned. put very
tired she closed her eyes and listened
dreamily to the rolling sound Of wheels
upon the wet road. telling herself that life
was truly one swift journey, with the echo
of the worldly wheels ever rolling In human
ears and saying onward to an unknown
goal: whether you will or no; desiring to
rest or Jealous; still shall this coach OF
destiny hurry you on by the houses or
kingdom Of mystery which all must enter.
How happy had she been IL Gavin were
beside her and they journeyed together TO
some haven of their desires, While all the
past should be written out and that peace
of understanding be truly found. Vain
dream, sweet illusion--a voice called her
from 1t. the rush of cold air upon her face
awakened her, They had arrived al their
Plainly old house. Evelyn, starting up
from her dream. perceived an old-fashioned
stone porch with clematis thick upon 1t, an
open door showing a brightly lighted hall
an open CRATE beyond. To the footman who
helped her from the carriage she addressed
a brief question
rs my father-is Mr.. Fillmore herer
she asked
The man bent his head; she understood
him to be a foreigner; and, impatient TO
know, she entered the hall and the great
doors were Immediately closed behind
This way, If you would please, lady
ship" the footman continued in such-exe-