Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-10

LET ME RISK 1T FOB YOU! LET
ALL LIARS, EVIL SPEAKERS !
or early, contriving to avoid more than q
passing contact with her acquaintance at
table. While the rest of them, notably
Bobby Vane. deplored this circumstance, at
tributing 1t to caprice or an ind1spos1tion
while Miss Blocker secretly chuckled with
delight that the enemy had so soon struck
her colors, and Helen wondered in silence
why there was no following up on Posey' &
part of the promising beginning Of friend
ship between them; while even the astute
Mariol was nonplussed al the young girls
sudden drop in spirit and voluntary abdi-
cation of her past as .reigning sovereign,
Clandonald felt himself prey to more
acute and genuine feeling concerning her
than he had ever dreamed of experiencing.
So far from going ashore at Queenstown, 1t
was now his ardent wish to stay on the
ship till he saw the last Of Miss Winstan-
ley at Liverpool; since Mr.. Winstanley had
announced that instead of running up to
town on the special steamer train with
their friends, his daughter had taken a
fancy to see Wales. and they would &C
cordingly stop over at Chester.
Up to the moment, perhaps, when Clan
donald had interposed himself between
Posey and her annoyer, 1t had not occurred
more than mans honest delight in youth
and extraordinary beauty, as well as the
Utilization that came to his mental part
from her amusing indifference to his rank,
her straightforward appeal to his comraoe-
ship. Even the fleeing revelation in her
gaze that had occasioned his resolve to
fly, had excited until then in him little
more than regret at the midadventure.
When he had brusauely stood himself IN
Verekers way, Helen Carstafrs had not
observed what caused current of pleasure
to run through his veins. and quick rush
of protective tenderness toward Posey to
fill and overflow his heart. Involuntarily
the girl had pressed nearer to him. slipping
her arm through his, and, for the few sec
onds that this attitude endured, he had
wanted never to part with her again!
Then she had started away from him.
almost guilty, and Miss Carstairs had
carried her off in tears! From thencefor-
ward q blank. as far as return to their
old relations went! Clandonald, puzzling
himself wofully to know what he had done
to ALLEVIATE her, had spent hours In media
ton upon the theme. Now that he had lost
her the possession Of her guileless friend
ship, still more of her possible love, had be-
come of supreme value and Importance; to
win it he was ready to forfeit anything,
even to throwing over his excellent and de-
voted Mariol, whose keen glances worried
him. and whose wftand wisrom had tenn
porairly lost their flavor.
And so the last hour of the last evening
had come around, and his last chance to
speak with her had gone. He knew how 1t
would be on the morrow. Nothing less
conducive to an exposition of the tender
passion in any of its phases can be found
than the landing on foggy day at Liver
pool, with it's crowds and coal smoke, Its
lowering skies, and dingy surroundings. Its
hustling porters and watermen, the rush
and rumble of great Industrial city begin
ming at the waters edge, after the inspir-
ing solitudes of three thousand miles of sail
water.
He would see her only amid confusion OF
efrrht or,1 bot 1Hfz 1{, H.
prevent any but the most banal phrases of
adieu. She would pass away from him and
become as had all the other women he had
met like the dissolying foam wreaths in
their track across the Atlantic. He was
annoyed with himself for feeling it so much.
The thing was out of all reason. Perhaps,
after he had speech with her once more, he
might better realize what an ass he had
been to imagine she cared for him.. Things,
in short, would adjust themselves on a
common-sense footing.
But he could not get speech with her.
An overture to that effect somewhat clum-
silly conveyed before dinner time, had been
rejected by Miss Winstanley in such terms
that Clandonald felt vexed and mortified,
wondering what or who could have set her
so against him.
And here, at last when he stepped out
on deck, into the glare of the electric lights.
intending to return to his own room and
prosaically go to bed. the Fates would
have it that he ran upon Mr.. Winstanley
shivering like a true Southron in the raw
atmosphere around the ships anchorage,
his daughter clinging to his arm. looking
most lovely in her furs, her cheeks of a
vivid carmine, the little locks on her fore
head drifting and curving in the moist air.
Pretty dismal lookout. isn't it?" said
the old gentleman cheerily. Kind o. even
in that makes one think o. tumbler full
of hot Scotch, and big snappin' wood
fire. with couple O. little darkies tumblin'
over each other to bring In the fat pine
knots"
IF could fly with the crow over in that
direction said Clandonald. pointing to-
ward the invisible shore II know Of a
hearthside not far off, where at least part
of those conditions would be fulfilled to
me! 1t is in the house of an uncle of mine,
where as a boy I considered 1t Paradise
to CO. and still do. sometimes for the shoot
"a misnomer now. I grant you) that you
have expressed SO kind desire to see, Miss
Winstaniey sincerely hope, by the way,
that you haven't forgotten your promise
to persuade Mr.. Winstanley to give me a
day at Beaumanoir. and that you'll settle
upon a date with Miss Carstairs-who has
also agreed to honor me-before we-leave
the ship
You are very kind. but our plans are I'M
decided said the girl, in a low tremulous
tone.
Seems as If the sea hadn't agreed with
daughter this little Bit" observed Mr.. Win
stanley. ''She sort o. thinks she'll stop by
a few days, along the road. before we get
to London. So this is British fog? No.
1. reckon. hope you won't think me i'm
polite if I call 1t regular searcher sir
At this moment l feel 1t In the marrow o.
my bones. But anything to please the
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