Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-05-26

going to meet you at New York, Mrs
Traverse
Nor
Are you going direct to Boston,
She looked at him steadily. There was a
slight flush of color in her cheeks.
Il find your questions impairment, Mr.
Aynesworth, she answered.
There was short silence. AyneSWofth
hated his task and hated himself. But mos
of all, he pitied the woman who sat by his
side.
No" he said. they are not impairment
/ am the loOker-on, you know, and l have
seen-a good deal. If Wingrave were ar
ordinary sort of man / should never have
dared to interfere. If you had been an ar
binary sort of woman l might not have
cared to-
She half rose in her chair.
II shall not stay here" she began, strug
Cling with her rug.
Do he begged; Il am-Iwant to be
You are supposed to be his" she re,
! minded him.
He shook his head.
II am his secretary. There is no question
of friendship between us. For the rest,
told him that 1 Should speak to you.
you have no right to discuss me at ALL >
she declared vehemently.
None whatever he admitted. Il have to
rely entirely upon your mercy. This
is the truth. People are thrown to-
gether a good deal on a voyage like
this. You and Mr.. Wingrave have
are very impressionable woman; he is a
singularly cold. unimpressionable man
You have found his personality attractive
You fancy-other things. Wingrave is not
the man you think he Is. He is selfish and
entirely without affectOnate impulses. The
world has treated him badly and he has nc
hesitation in saying that he means to get
some part of his own back again. He does
not care for you; he does not care for any
one. If you should be contemplating any
thing ridiculous from a mistaken judgment
of his character it is better that you should
know the truth
The anger had gone She was pale again,
and her lips We're trembling
Men seldom know one another" she
! said softly You judge from the surface
only" @.'
mine is the critical judgment Of one who
has studied him Intimately Aynesworth
said. yours is the sentimental hope Of one
fascinated by what she does not understand.
Wingrave Is utterly heartless:'
That" she answered steadfastly, Il dc
not believe"
you do not because you will not" he
declared. II have spoken because I wish
to save you from doing what you would re-
the one vanity which is common to all
women. You believe that you can change
what. believe me, Is Interchangeable. To
Wingrave women are less than playthings
and he would see the whole Of her sex suffer
without emotion He is impregnable to
sentiment. Ask him, and I believe that he
would admit it,
She smiled and regarded him with the
mild pity of superior knowledge. -
You do not understand Mr.. Wingrave,'
she remarked
Aynesworth sighed. He realized that
every word he had spoken had been wasted
upon this pale, pretty woman, who sat
| with her eyes now turned seward and the
smile still lingering upon her lips. Studying
her for moment, he realized the danger
| more acutely than ever before. The fret
fulness seemed to have gone from hey face
| the look Of a woman who has come into
the knowledge Of better things. And 1t was
Wingrave who had done this! Aynesworth
! for the first time frankly hated the man
Once. as a boy, he had seen a keeper take
| a rabbit from a trap and dash its brains
out against a tree. The incident flashed
| then into his mind. only the face of the
keeper was the face of MingraXe!