Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-23

wild fits. I reckon. 1t began when got
your wire saying you were actually going
to be good enough to come and stay with
me, without that hateful old Blocker
there, I feel better Celia soulager as the
woman in that play at the Gallia said when
she had boxed her husbands ears-and
"Poseyr' repeated Helen. with a sort OF
awe in her voice.
She had noted. with astonishment and
pain, the girls uncomfortable delight at the
knowledge of Clandonald's actual vicinity
to her. She had watched her all the day
before. futtering with excitement and ex-
peetation, dropping for while into bitter
home, TO find only his cardsl
Helen, you think I'm impatient for this
evening to come, but I'm not. | can wait
perfectly well to see Lady Campstown with
| her boy But you know how the person
somebody you love is always talking about
and waiting for, seems the one YOU want
| most TO see Not day this winter that
the old darling hasn't talked to me of
can: l believe 1 know about every in
| cldent OF his life, except the gloomy ones
connected with his marriage-his first pony,
| his scarlet fever all the rest of it"
Belens anxious brow cleared
| suppose it's natural, but you mustn't
iorget, my dear, that he's very handsome
and charming, and your fancy took a little
| turn that way on shipboard-and that YOU
are soon to be married to John Glynn."
Posey heaved a long, genuine sigh.
don't forget. I'm all right for John,
| L L
should think you'd know nothing would
tempt me to be in love with a man whose
wife isn't dead. Anyhow, / told John
every single thing that ever passed between
Ciandonald and me, not the tiniest thing
hidden OF course, John saw l couldn't
| help being more interested, in a certain
way, In Clandonald than in any man l
ever saw before.
Not of course, Posey," said Helen half
smiling. There are even some people who
might consider the man you have more
In tor tyner fhn,a
had
| oh! John is a darling. Everybody knows
| That, but their looks are not to be COM
pared-why, Helen, he's not as tall as
Clandonald by several inches-he hasn't
that beautiful set of the head upon the
shoulders just such as l should think
king would have-and that rich, thick
brown hair-Helen, it's really dreadful how
\ thin john hair is getting on the top
Helen dropped her book upon the ground.
Don't, Posey," she exclaimed. almost
| such nonsense
All, WE'LL" said the girl mlschievously,
| II feel like saying those little things some
| times, 1t seems to relieve the tension.
| Helen, don't look at me with such
| face, she added, with sudden gravity
| 1T almost makes me think that though
john Is going to marry me. you haven't
| entirely stopped caring for him.
| How pale you are! You frighten mel
You know you do, you know you
do and he? How could he love me
| when he had you near? l see II all now
| He would like to get you back he has
| never really wanted me- and I'm only to be
taken because of his duty to my father"
| The April mood had changed. Great
| drops of crystal welled into her blue eyes
| and dropped upon her cheeks. Impelled by
| desperate resolve, Helen sprang upon her
| feet.
| Don't cry, dear. Don't cry, my darling
Posey. You are over-nervous and 1t isn't
| wise for us to prolong a talk like this. 1
will leave you for little while alone, to
go in and read my letter. and when We
meet again at luncheon I may have some
| thing to tell you about myself that will
| take away all fear of my ever coming be-
| tween you and your John Glynn."
| Go be Concluded Tomorrow