Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-05-12

seat and commenced to cry. For the first
time Wingrave looked at her with some
apparent interest.
why, what is the matter with you,
child?" Aynesworth exclaimed.
Il have loved them SO all my life," she
sobbed; ''the pictures, and the house. and
the gardens. and now have to go away!
Fl don't know where! Nobody seems to
know!
Aynesworth looked down at her black
frock.
You have lost some one perhapse" he
said. Ae
MY father" she answered quietly "5e
was organist here. and he died last week. )"
asked. nc
None at all. No oneEseems-ouite to
she sobbed. 1870
Where are you stayine nowpv ho T.;
quired. Ne ~
With an old woman who used to look
alter our cottage she answered. But she
Is very poor, and she cannot keen me
any longer Mrs. Colson says that must
go and work, and I am afraid I don't
Know kno. any one except at Tredowen. And I
oont know how to work, And 1 don't
want 10 go away from the pictures and
the garden and the sea. It is all So heau-
tifui, isn't it? Don't you love Tredowens,
wen, l haven't been here very long, you
see, Aynesworth explained
Wingrave spoke for the first time ute
eyes were fixed upon the child. and Aynes-
worth could see that she. shran, from
ms :s1S coia, unsympathetic scrutiny
nat Is your manner" he asked
Juiet Lundy, she answered
the church?'' e"iis' at
sna. don't mt. know" she answered. Ever
since was born, and before"
and how old are your"
Fourteen next birthday"
Ana all that time" he asked. has there
been en-. no one living at Tredowen %. -, 'Neie
who is in prison" -e" man
-Wingrave's face was tmmoyable. Ho
$1,000 on one side. however, and turned
toward his companion. -,.,.'sI $500
we are keeping this young lady" he
remarked. from what seems To. ~ har
daily pilgrimage. wonder whether a. a.
cakes?" VIII
She, turned her shoulder upon him q,
silent scorn. and looked at Aynesworth n
little wistfully :. 49,
'Good-bye!" she said
He waved his hand as he strolIed after
Wingraye. '''e'
There you are, Mr. Lord of the Manor
ne said. You can't refuse to do something
for the child. Her father was organist at
your own church, and a hard struggle he
must have had Of 1t. with an absentee
landlord, and congregation of seagulls,
Are you joking?" Wingrave asked coldly
I was never more in earnest in my life,'
Aynesworth answered THE girl Is come
from gentiefolks Did you see what DELI
cate face she lad and how nicely she
spokee You wouldn't have her sent out
as ssrvant, would your ~ 'st7s--s
Wingtave looked at his companion
ominousfy. --'sss@.. $50. <,
you have strange idea OF the duties
Of landlord" he remarked do you
seriously suppose that am responsible for
the future OF every brat who grows up on
this estatc?' r. 7sr. s.-..-
"Of course not Aynesworth answered
you must own for yourself that this case
Is exceptional Let US go down to the
yicarage and inquire about it."
II shall do nothing of the Sort" Win
grave answered. Nor will you. Do you
see the spray coming over the cliffs there?
The sea must be worth watching"
Aynesworth walked by his side in silence.
He dared not trust himself to speak. Win
grave climbed with long. rapid strides to
the summit OF the headland, and stood
there with his face turned seward. The
long breakers were sweeping in from the
Atlantic with low. insistent roar; as far
as the eye could reach the waves were
crlsted with white foam. Every now and
then the spray fell around the two men in
a little dazzling shower; the very at
mosphere was salt.
Wingrave stood perfectly motionless, with
his eyes fixed upon the horizon. Minute
after minute passed, and ne showed no