Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-12-12

one of the attendants.
KATHERINE CECIL TtIURsTo1l,
Author Of 1.-THE Masquerader," Etc

one of the attendants.
But, Nance"
you cannot refuse me, Walter. Clio /.
everything In the word to me-"
The Jingle Of harness sounded as thu
hanson drew up; and. walking deliberately
forward, she got into the vehicle.
TEL him to drive anywhere that will
reluctantly followed
"Out Holland Park way" he said, paus
Ing on the step. "I'll tell you when t.
stop"
He took his seat and closed the doors o.
the cab.
Wont you be cold without wrap"
Nance ignored the question.
Now! she said. What is it," Is 4
about Deerehurst?"
At the sudden onslaught Gore started
and, turning round, looked at her.
Il don't intend to discuss this matter" h
said, in his coolest voice.
But mean to discuss it." She met hi,
glance with resolution that was not to b.
denied. rs it about Deerehurst?"
II you wish to know. 1t is about Deere
In his voice there was all the reserve, al
the GOODNESS of the Englishman who ha.
been very sorely wounded.
And what about hm?''
Quite suddenly Cores reserve famed tt
anger.
DO you think am going to talk of such
things with child like your
Nance clasped her hands on the closed
a
prayer that help might be vouchsafed
her; then she spoke, with eyes fixed stead.
lily in front of her.
Il am not a child. Walter" she said, in
to me-for Clos sake. And If you won't
then must tell You that know all about
her staying away from the theater the
other nlght-about her having no head
her going to Carlton House Terrace at
o'clock-I know it all, because she tolG
me-"
Gore drew quick, amazed breath.
She told your
She nodded. Her throat felt very dry.
"Clodagh told You that?'
Yes. Who told you?"
He made no answer. -
Walter, was 1t Lady Frances Hope?'
what does that matter?"
1T was Lady Frances?"
He put his hand YEARLY over his eyes.
If you wish to know, it was"
Il guessed so. always hated her The
other day, as we drove from Paddngtou
after seeing Clodagh off, we passed her in
the park with Valentine Serracauld He
must have seen or guessed, or heard from
Deerehurst-and told her. He is an enemy
Of Clos, too, since the time at Tuffnell. Oh
Walter" She turned suddenly and looked
at him. Walter, nave you ever really
known Clodagh?"
through his wounded self-esteem.
"Clodagh has made a fool of me- Nance -
he said, harshly. "She has never been
straight with me-never from the very
first.
And do you know why?'
mo; can't pretend that know why"
His tone was very bitter
Because she cares too much. She
idealiZes too much.'
Gore made a sound that might have been
meant for a laugh.
II think it is 1 who have ideaIized'
Nance Strengthened her small figure.
Then you have always treated her
wrongly. What Clio needs is not to be ideal
lied. but to be taken care of. Not to be
praised or blamed, but to be taken care Of -
Her brown fingers We're tightly clasped as
they rested on the cab doors. "All her life
she has wanted to be taken care of-and
all her life she has been thrown back upon
herself When l was little I had her, but
when she was little she had no one Our
mother died when 1 was born.
Something in the simple pathos of this
statement stirred Cores ever-present sense
of the sacredneSs of home ties.
Il never knew that he said, very quietly
Yes. our mother died when l was born,
and Clio grew up in our fathers care. Did
she ever tell you about our father?''
mo. At least
''Then 1 shall. I've told Pierce. People
ought to know. 1t helps them to under
stand.
''Our father was a spendthrift-a gam
bler-a man without any principles. If
somebody stronger than himself had taken
him in hand when he was young, things
might have been different. But he began
by ruling everybody who came in contact