Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-27

where they'll bandage up your wrist and
make you some sort of sling. Don't be
away longer than you can help. Mr. Carter
and l will look after the car till you get
back"
Thank you'm, said the driver, and
marched off into the night. They stared
the hard road died away, and then said
Miss O'Neill, ''Why doesn't Mr. Cascaes
answer when 1 cable?"
You can hardly expect me to overlook
the work of your Las Pa1mas agency
Don't bubble. Do you know why he is
silent?"
II can make a guess"
We'll. go on
thorns out of hts carcass to find time for
writing cables
"oh. so you threw him into an aloe
hedge. did you? What did Laura say to
that?'
well. as she knew nothing about it. she
naturally did not comment"
II see: and did Mr.. Cascaes object?''
Not Obtrusively. He took the best lick
whimper. and when tossed him among
those aloe hooks he lay there just as he
fell
All" said Kate. and drew a long breath.
Keen on motoring?" Carter asked after
pause.
II am, yes
I'm taking light four-cylnder back to
the islands with me-"
Let me see, l promised you wedding
present, didn't 1? Let me know when it. s
for. and what you'll have. By the way,
talking of condolences, I was motoring In
the Yorkshire dales a week or SO ago, and
coming down out Of Wensieydale into
Wharfedale we dropped down over a per-
1ectiy terrific piece of road that cost me a
back tire. Well. unluckily we'd used up
the only other spare cover on the car al
ready, so the only thing left was to go
slowly on the rim on into the village below
and wire for another.
Such dear old village it was.
OF gray stone houses tucked away
under a11 r., the gray limestone hills. with
ers as you find them in story book.
skating down that awful hill, and when
he saw me afterward strolling round look
to go in and look at his roses. A splendid
Old man he was, and such gorgeous roses.
He likes big blooms and he ships of the
superf1uous buds on the sly, and Mrs. Par
son likes lots of blooms to cut at and to
give away, and she's always OIL the watch
after him to see he doesn't steal those
buds. met her. too, and they took me in
and gave me tea.
wall of their drawing room. and I told
them I'd very fine one on mine, and so
naturally we got to talking Coast They've
a son out Thereon, to be more accurate,
land now, and they're a good deal trou.
bled about him. He keeps on making ex-
cuses instead OF going to see them. Mrs.
Parson. who. by the way, is a perfect dear,
said they were afraid he had done some
thing foolish and was shy about coming
home
'Well?' said Carter.
"Oh. I'm pretty certain the prodisal
would have no trouble with her"
But the parson? He said nothing about
providing veal, I suppose?'
He did not. To be precise he confined
his conversation to roses. and the dale. and
very charming old gentleman he was
las You may guess" said Carter, saw
agely, II don't thank you for going to in
spect my people like that
Il don't recollect.' said Miss ONeill.
with much sweetness, lever asking You 10
thank me- BY accident I stumbled across
some delightful people; have the oppor-
tunity of enjoying their society, and for
the sake OF seeing more of them lived In
the village for three. whole days. They've
asked me to go and stay with them next
summer. and Pm going. l don't see how
that can annoy you. as you've given up
going near them
II think that crack In the gasoline pipe
will stand another coat of seccotne now,
said Carter, and moved the lamp and knelt
once more in the dusty road,
ut seems a pity" said Miss O'Neill mus
ingly.
Il don't see what business 1t is of yours,