Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-30
Copyright 1905, 1907,
BY Little, Brown & Company.
CHAPTER XVIII-Continued.

CHAPTER XVIII-Continued
She wore a plain white cambria dress.
nnd a simple. but much befiowered hat;
the smaller details of her toilet all indi-
Gated the correct taste and instructive CO.
guetry Of her French descent. And she
was beautiful, Wingrave regarded her
critically and realized. perhaps for the
first time how beautiful. Her eyes were
large and clear. and her eyebrows dell
Catcly defined. Her mouth, with its slight
" humorous curl. was little large, but
wholly delightful. The sun of the last few
weeks had given to her skin faint, but
most becoming duskiness. Under his close
scrutiny a flush of color stole into her
checks. She laughed not altogether nat
rrorIy.
You look at me-" she said las though l
wore some one strange"
II was looking" he answered, "for the
clNG the little hlack-frocked child. you
know. with the hair down her back. and
tta fearful eyes. ! don't think I realized
4 ~ she had vanished so completely"
Not more completely" she declared
re.Iy. ethan the gloomy gentleman who
fruwrgI upon my existence. and resented
er,. ms gratitude. Although" she added.
leaning IftyIc toward him. Il am very
mlor afraid that ! see some signs of a re-
Iar-. today Don't bother about those
lnw1 .-rrars. Let me tell Mrs. Tresfar-
w.u 10 rg.k us M some lunch, and take
m te Hanging Tor, ploase!'
W..--s,c laughed little unsteadily. as
J. -u 70 Isis feet. one day more, them
wv NOT? Tho end would be soon enough.
Sooner, perhaps. than even he imagined.
for that night AyucSwurth came. pale and
fray. .-sraiuci. with all the volcanic evil
Gyr,.s uf a great passion blazing in his
eyes. gvlvor'ug in his tone. The day had
I.s-.i tp Wiugrave as n dream. more
h,aa-Eful. even, than any in the roll of its
predecessors They sat together on low
chairs Uuun the moonlit lawn. in their ears
tia murmuT Of the sea; upon their faces,
gathering strength with the darkness, the
Iig't wind. salt and fragrant with all the
sweetness OF dying flowers. Wingrave had
never realized more completely what still
seemed to him this wonderful gap in his
Itf- Behind il all he had a subcOnsCiOus-
Tass that he was but taking part in some
mystical play: yet with an abandon which,
when he stopped TO think of II, astonished
linn. b" gave himself up without effort or
SCruvic To this most amazing interlude. All
day NE had talked more than ever before;
thr flush ON his cheeks was like the flush
OF wine or the sun which had fired his
blood. AS he had talked the more, so had
she grown the more silent. She was sit
ting now with her hands clasped, and her
head thrown back. looking up at the stars
with UnsecnE eyes.
you do not regret Normandy, them" he
asked
Mo- she murmured. Il have been
happy here. l have been happier than I
could ever have been in Normandy"
He turned and looked at her with curl
Gus intentness.
My experience" he said thoughtfuny.
"of young ladies of your age is somewhat
limited. But l should have thought that
you would have found it-lonely."
Perhaps / am different. then" she MUIR
INJURED. Il have never been lonely here
all my iife!"
Except" he. reminded her, when I
"Ah! but that was different" she pro-
tested. Il had no home in those days. and
i was afraid of being sent away"
1t was in his mind then to tell her of the
envelope with her name upon 1t In his
study. but a sudden rush of confusing
thoughts kept him silent. 1t was while he
was laboring in the web of this tangled
dream of wild but beautiful emotions that
Aynesworth came. A pale. tragic figure,
in -riS travelstained clothes, and face FUR
rowed with anxiety, he stood over them al
most before they were aware or his pres
ence.
''Walter!" she cried and sprang to her
feet with extended hands. Wingraves face
darkened. and the shadow of evil crept
into his suddenly altered expression. 1t
was an abrupt awakening this. and he
hated the man who had brought 1t about.
AyneswOrth held the girls hands for a
moment, but his manner was sufficient evil
dence or the spirit In which he had come.
He drew a little breath, and he looked
from one to the other anxiously.
rs this your mysterious. guardian
Juliet?" he asked hoarsely.
She glanced at Wingrave questioningly.
His expression was ominous. and the light
faded from her own face. While she hest
tated. Wingrave spoke.
Il imagine" he said. that the fact is
fairly obvious. What have you to say
about it?''
"A good deal" Aynesworth answered
passionately. Juliet, please go away. l
must speak to your guardan-aloner"
Again she looked at Wingrave. He
pointed to the house.
II think" he said. that you had better
go"
She hesitated. Something of the i'm
pending storm already manifest.
Aynesworth turned suddenly toward her.
You shall not enter that house again,
Juliet" he declared. Stay in the gar
dens there, and presently you shall know
WI y