Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-08

suspicion which never occurred to him.
Still. the coincidence had disturbed his
| temper. and. as he was shown into the
drawing room Vivien's resemblance to Cara
| struck him for the first time.
Good Lord!' he thought now 1 know
why 1 seem to know her so we'll She's
| shock Of this discovery took away his
! breath and his presence of mind. He stood
| gazing at Vivien as though she were a
| ghost.
What Is the matter with me?" she
asked.
Il have found out-you are the image
In some amazing , way y, woman l know nov
pink cheeks and blue eyes
You mean Mrs. Otway?'
He was too startled to reply.
Every one says l lock like Mrs. Otway,'
said Viyien with Impotence. Have you
! never heard that before? And it isn't sur
prising. We are sisters
'Merciful heavens!"
The human countenance can be swept
by certain inner emotions that it becomes
a blank. Pagets face really seemed to
fade before the girls eyes, and she was
aware only Of a most unhappy presence in
the room.
What is the natter" she asked again
almost in tears.
1T is dreadful" he said; too dreadful.
Oh. am sorry. I'm so mortally. bitterly
sorry. l can never forgive myself. But
it's the fault of the type
THE what?"
THE type he repeated.
She paused a moment before replying.
You say that as though l was nothing
at all, and you didn't love me any more"
Don't try to make me explain. Forget
all about me. I'll go on loving you, but
must never see you again.
The girl had spent her whole life among
men and women of the artistic tempera-
ment. She never thought them mad, and
she accepted their vagaries as calmly as
the PhlistineS accept false sentiment
Nevertheless she fixed her dark -yearning
eyes on his, and said, with a sob:
It's so extreme to part forever Just be-
cause l look like Mrs. Otway."
There are other reasons
She shrugged her shoulders.
You, have got some idea on your nerves"
Motifs more serious than any idea!
Good-by, dear little gill Sweet little vi
vien!'
But she brushed away her tears:
You're heartless. or you wouldn't sac
rfice me for the sake of a fad. l must
yourself quite ILL., You look half dead I
asked Mrs. Otway to wait and you. l
was so proud of you
His jaw fell:
rs she here
Yes; in the square. I'll call her up. She
knows you are with me"
Before he could stop her. she moved to
the window and beckoned to the pair in
the garden.
Il don't want to see her." he exclaimed.
when he could trust his voice: shes the
last person l want at this moment"
She's my sister. and you've got to see
her." said Vivien; Il won't be treated in
this off-hand, casual way. You must make
it seem as though 1 had broken with you.
That's only gentlemanly."
But don't you understand, or won't
you?"
Il can't pretend to understand. Still, you
must let me save self-respect.
Mrs. Otway entered the room. She was
paler and yet more merry than usual.
"Ah, it is Mr.. Paget!" said she, holding
out her hand; I'VE rarely meet nowadays"
Il was thinking said Vivien. that you
could give him a lift in your carriage. He's
got a nervous headache
She had forgotten Bembridge, till his form
doomed behind Mrs. Otways in the door
concern for Mr.. Pagets heaiac che. Before
he could realize the difficulty, the inconceiv-
ability, the desperation of the situation, he
was sitting by Cara's side in her single
How much does that poor little thing
know" he whispered. at last.
Nothing" said Cara
''Who can tell herr"
Mr.. Bembridge."
This reply reused him from the torpor of
his humiliation.
who is Bembridge?"
THE man." said Mrs. Otway, who has
been waiting to marry her for nearly five
years. But he won't tell her till they are
married"
Mrs. Otway. who had heart of tender
kindness nodded her head and looked away
from the sufferer out of the window.
How she deceived me- he said, with In
Even then Mrs Otway never smiled She
touched his hand lightly, and glanced at
the sunset.
what can one expect she asked. from
human nature? 1t hurts everybody"
(The Enid