Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-12-15

other word had not Won Kerber touched his arm,
You have not taken my card" said the man
imperously.
Some mschievous impulse, born of the turbulent
emotions momentariy quelled by the furry of the
carriage accident, conquered Roysons better in
stincts: Though the Baron was tall, he lowered
above him And he hardly realized the harshness,
the vexed contempt of his muttered reply:
II don't want your charity want work."
At once he was conscious of his mistake. He had
sunk voluntarily to the level of the Vauxha parad-
ers. He had even stolen their thunder A twinge
of self denuncaton drove the anger from his frown
ing eyes. And the Baron again thought he read
his man correctly.
Even So" he said, in low tone, take my
card can find you work of the right sort for one
who has brains and pluck, yes?"
The continental trick of ending with an implied
question lent a subtle meaning to his utterance,
and he helped it with covert glance and sour smile.
Thus might Cesare Borgia ask some mnion if he
by his blunder to pay heed to hidden meanings. He
grasped the card in his mudded fingers, and looked
toward Miss Fenshawe who was now pattng
of the horses. Her aristocratic aloofness
doubly CALLING. She too had heard what he said.
and was ready to classify him with the common
herd. And indeed he had deserved it. He was
wholly amazed by his own churlish outburst. Not
yet did he realize that Fate had taken his affairs in
hand and that each step he took, each syllable he
uttered in that memorable hour, part and par
eel of the order of events in his life.
Quite crestfalen, he hurried away He found
himself inside the gates of the park before he took
lake, wetted his handkerchief, and rubbed off the
worst of the mud stains While engaged in this
task he Gained down sufficiently to laugh, not with
any great degree of mirth, it is true, but with
grain of comfort at the recollection of Seymours
euogy; n;o,,,v 10 crowded .r;r,as :, o,.nn.s
since last l heard that By gadl five years
work wonders.
And indeed, so can five seconds, when wonders
are working; but the Grass ignorance of humanity
oft prevents the operation being Be that as
it may, Royson discovered that it nearly eleven
o'clock before he had cleaned his soiled clothes
sufficiently to render himself presentabe. He reached
the office for which he was bound at ten minutes
past eleven. He had applied for secretaryship,
post in which thorough knowledge of French.
fabby little man. with side whiskers, for whom he
conceived violent dislike the moment he set
eyes on him. Apparently the feeling mutual.
Dick Royson was far too distinguished looking to
county constituency, a legislator who hoped to
score in Parliament by getting the Yellow Books
of the French Chamber translated for his benefit
You late, Mr.. Royson," began the impoT-
tant
Yes" said Dick
Punctuality-"
Exactly; but was mixed up in slight mistap
to a carriage"
his most impressive manner, punctuality in bust
ness IS a SINE qua non. l have already appointed
another secretary"
Poor devil!' said Dick
81 was thinking of him. don't know him; but.
having seen you, | am sorry, for him..
You impudent rascal"
But Royson had fled. Out in the street he looked
himself gravely. Am l cracked? Why did
pitch into that chap? If I'm careful Shall get
myself into trouble to-day. 1 wonder if Jack Sey-
mour will lend me enough to take me to South
is what I want,-gore, bomb shells. more gore. Ii
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