Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-02

We'll. we'll! to be sure! Is it Miss Harrison
| who has sent you?"
Mr.. Pengarths visitor looked positively
annoyed. She leaned across the table to-
ward him, so that the roses in her large
hat almost brushed his forehead. Her won.
derful brown eyes were filled with reproach
mr.. Pengarth,' she said, do you know
how old l ann"
he exclaimed. Fourteen and-why. God
bless my soul. you must be eighteen
Il am nineteen years old. Mr.. Pengarth'
| the young lady announced with dignity
me now-er-with little more respect"
"Nineteen!' he repeated vaguely. GOD
| bless my-nineteen. years old"'
II consider myself" she repeated. "of age
Eyes. yes" he said. "Quite natural"
For four years. she continued. Il seem
| to have been supported by some relative OF
my father. who has never vouchsafed to
| through you. have written letters which
| / have given to you to forward. There has
| been no reply. Have you sent on those let
tiers. Mr.. Pengarth?"
| why certainly, my dear. certainlyr
Can you tell me how 1t is that have
had no answer"
| Mr.. Pengarth coughed. He was not at all
comfortable.
| Your guardian. Miss Juliet. Is somewhat
! eccentric" he answered, and he is very
busy man.
"Can you tell me. Mr.. Pengrath. exactly
what relation he is to me?'
There was dead silence. Mr.. Pengarth
| found the room suddenly warm. and mop
| ped his forehead with large silk hand
| kerchief.
Il have no authority" he declared, Ito
answer any questions"
Then can you tell me Of your own &C
! cord" she said, why there Is all this mys-
| terry? Why may 1 not know who he Is.
| why may not write to hkn7 Am 1 any
| thing to be ashamed of. that he will not
| trust me even with his name? I am tired
/ Of accepting so much, and not being able
| to offer even my thanks in return. 1t Is
too much like charity! l have made up my
mind that If this is to go on, will go
away and earn my own living! There.
| Mr.. Pengarth!'
I att"
| "Painting!" she declared triumphantly.
| Il have had this in my mind for some time.
| and have been trying to see what I can
do best have quite decided. now. to be
Pictures" he declared sententiously
| don't sellr'
| Mine do" she answered smiling. II
| have had check for three guineas from a
shop in London, for little Sea piece I did
| in two afternoons
| He regarded her admiringly.
you are a wonderful child!' he ex-
| claimed.
II am not child at ALL she interrupted
| warmly, "and you can just sit down and
write to your silly client and tell him So"
/ II will certainly write to him" he at
| frmed. II will do SO today. You will not
do anything rash until 1 have had time to
| get a reply?"
Nor she answered graciously 81 will
| wait for a week. After that-wel might
| do anything
You wouldn't leave Tredowen. Miss
| Juliet! he protested.
1T would break my heart Of course"
| she declared, but 1 would do it, and trust
| to time to heal 1t up again. Tredowen
| seems like home to me. but 1t isn't really
you know. Some day Sir Wingrave Seton
| may want to come back" and live there
himself. Are you quite certain, Mr.. PEN
garth, that he won't be angry to hear that
we have been living at the house all this
! timer
Certain" Mr.. Pengarth declared firmly.
| He left everything entirely in my hands.
He did not. wish me TO let 1t, but he did not