Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-09

massive frame. She looked at him hall
fearfully.
You want to see that picture?' he
asked.
III 1 might"
He drew bunch of keys from his pocket
and calmly selected one. 1t was little
rusty, but the cupboard turned at once or
its hinges. A womans face smiled dowr
upon them. dark and splendid. from the
glowing touch of great painter. Juliet
studied it eagerly. and then stole a sidelone
glance at the man by her side. He was
surveying 1t critically, and without any
apparent emotion.
"Herkomer's. 1 think he remarked
quite one Of his best
ut Is your mother?" she whispered.
He nodded
I'm not great at genealogy.." he said
! "but 1 can go as far back as that. She
was by way OF being great lady, the
daughter Of the Duke of Warminster."
You were an only son." she said softly
"She must have been very fond OF you"
marked. Lucky for her. under the cir
cumstances. that she died young
He closed the oaken door in front of the
picture, and locked 1t.
Il should like to see the armory." hi
said; but I really forget-let me see, 1t i:
at the end of the long gallery. isn't 1t?
She led him there without a word She
was getting a little afraid of him They
inspected the library, and wandered back
into the picture gallery. 1t was she. now
who was silent. She had shown him all bel
favorte treasures. without being able t
evoke a single spark of enthusiasm.
Once she remarked, we all had g
terrible fright. We were told that every
thing was going to be Sold
He nodded.
II did think of It," he admitted; "bu
there seemed to be no hurry. All these
things are growing into money year by
year. Some day l shall send everything to
Christie's."
w
You cannot-oh. you cannot mean it?''
she cried.
why not? They are no use to me-
mo use?" she faltered.
Not bit. I don't suppose I shall see
them again for many years. And the
honeywell. one can use that"
But l thought-that you were rtch?" she
faltered.
on making more and more, and I~shall go
on. Money Is the whip with which its pos
SCISSOR can scourge humanity. 1t Is with
money that 1 deal out my-forgive me, I
forgot that l was talking aloud, and to a
child" he wound up suddenly.
She looked at him, dry-eyed, but with
a strained look of sorrow, strangely alter
ing her girish face.
Not at ALL, he assured her. Il am one
of those fortunate persons who have out
lived happiness and unhappiness. nave
nothing to do but live-and pay off few
little QeDtS.
He rose directly afterward. and she walk
ed with him out to the gardens, whence a
short cut led to the village.
II have not tried again to make you
change YOUR mind he said, as they stood
for a moment on the terrace. IF my
wishes have any weight with you, 1 trust
that YOU will do nothing without consult
Ing Mr.. Pengarth.
never In London? Slant see you again
any time?"
"If YOU care to. by all means" he an
svered Tell Mr.. Pengarth to let me
have YOUR address. Goodbye! Thank you
for taking care Of my treasures so WELL
She held his cold hand in hers. and sud
denly raised 1t to her lips. Then she turn
| ed away. and hurried indoors
winpraye stood still for a moment. and
| razed at his hand through the darkness
! as though the ghosts of dead things had
! fitted out from the dark laurel shrubs
| Then he laughed quietly to himself.