Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-17

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! him for ali his kindness to me on the voy-
| age. and told him what's true, that I'd
never forget 1t; though, If he ever met me
again I'd probably be very different sort
| of Posey Winstanley And then he Gained
| down. and it was all over forever, and
ran away to see If daddy had found his
| letter Of credit-and-and-Tve never seen
| or heard from Clandonald since.
| "Posey. you are a child still. charming
| child. and I love you for it. dear"
| Its awfully good Of you John, and the
greatest possible relief. If you knew what
a double-faced sort of thing I've felt my.
self to be all these months, remembering
| that I'd let another man almost propose
to me. when I had given you my word Of
| honor-there's one thing I'd like to ask be.
fore we've done with the subject, though
| What does 1t mean when a person Is by
you and you'd give, oh, anything II they
| wouldn't go away?'
| John started genuinely. vision flashed
| to him of those blessed maddening hours
| In the train the day before when Helen anC
| he had sat together, and he jealousy be-
| grudged every revolution OF the iron wheels
that without mercy, carried them toward
81 don't know, Posey," ne murmured
guilty. why in the world do you ask
| me that?'
Because thought YOU would tell me
honestly" said she. with a speculative ex.
preston. ut has bothered me often, won
dering. But it doesn't matter. Now you
are here, everything seems straight and
| clear before me. Shall ever forget dad
| dy's rapturous old face when he sat by
| your supper tray at the library table, last
| night. forcing you to eat indgestible food
and looking from one to the other Of us7''
But he has aged. dear" said Glynn, with
tWnge Of pain as one sees the spirit
let him know care or trouble again, little
girl. We must strengthen his arms. one on
| either side Of him, and make him walk
easily through life"
haoy1 fIl1lV 70 IOh IN
| she. "Ah, No Englishman could ever have
felt that way toward my daddy. No other
man could give him what you do. Yes
you are right. 1t is our life work to put
day."
And to do so.' went on Glynn resolute-
ly, I'VE should marry soon.'
Posey started visibly.
Must we, John? oh, I hadn't thought
of that
us the idea pain to your
Perhaps. 1 don't know. I've always
put it out of my mind when 1t weighed on
added pleadingly. And the year began in
October. This is only February. We're
all so happy as We are"
Happy! Again that clutch OF iron upon
Happiness will come more fully and free
ly, my sweetheart" he said, striving for
words, when we have put his hearts de-
sire beyond all chance l think you will
lea this spring, il I'm to serve his inter-
ests as I should. Let me take my wife
with me. Posey?'
what. now?'' she cried. with wide-open.
panic-stricken eyes. "Oh, goodness gra-
cious, hope not now!"
IT am due again in New York almost i'm
mediately, but will be free to return the
beginning of next month, or little later.
BY that time the heat will be sending you
away from the Riviera, and would 1t not
be best for us to be married very quietly
here and let Mr.. Winstanley's son and
daughter take care Of him upon the
"A wedding here? What a funny idea!'
bridesmaid least, the only one I'd want
would be Helen Carstairs. who has just
arrived In Cannes, and I don't know about
her. Perhaps she mightn't wish; but she
was too dear to me. John. on shipboard,
as wrote you. By the way. you didn't
seem to take the least interest in my friend
ship with Helen, and yet 1t has done me
a world Of good. Not gfrly-girly affair
in the least. assure you. We'd both have
scorned that. She has written to me sew
eral times. and I was simply wild with
pleasure to hear she was coming down to
Cannes. I think II you'd realized what
Helen is John. at least what she is to me,
you'd not have been so Indifferent. I must
tell you the truth, ! was really quite hurt
with you. But you'll meet here. and then
you'll see for yourself, and end by adoring
her as 1 do-oh, John,' she exclaimed in
terrupting her light chatter with an ex-
clamation of terror, there's that woman
now!"
what woman. Posey?" he asked, be-
wildered at her rapid change of subject.
flush! The one I told you Of. who
frightened me yesterday-the mad woman.
Don't turn suddenly. but. after a second.
look between those two lemon trees. She
just glided past we were speaking. down
the walk from villa Julia, and is hiding be-