Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-07-12

starkled She was dressed In a gown that
had cost Sir Richard eighty guineas' and
the diamonds on her corsage represented
a years rental Of half dozen Farms In
the Welsh hills.
Give us another. Cynthia. cried Sif
Richard. walking unsteadily across the
room to the table and pouring out glass
of champagne. Jus; one more. inca
''Give me a drink" she said. sharply.
I'm done UP. You men don't know what
a dancer puts into that sort of work Ia
like to see Lord Carfax do II for thirty
seconds.
"Beashly clever" muttered Carfax. who
was big. fat and indolent. Pom my
word. Thea"
Miss ParadIne. If You please" said
Gaunt bridling at the sound OF the pet
name he had given the girl in the early
days of their intimacy.
.'Shall call her Thea" retorted Lord
Fairfax.
IF you do" cried the young baronet.
"I'll screw your head OFF. fat and big
though you are. Carfax."
George Crawshay, who was compare
lively sober. rose to his feet and laid his
hand on Gaunts arm.
Don't be an ass. Dick" he said. stern
ly. Cant you see he's drunk? Miss
Paradine is waiting for her wine
Sir Richard Gaunt scowled at the placid
form of Lord CarfaX. and then poured
out another glass of wine. which he car
ried across to Cynthia Paradine. She
drained tae glass to the last drop and
then placed her lips close to his ear.
Don't be cross" she whispered and
don't have any more to drink. that's a
dear.
He seized her hand and kissed it. and
then led her to a seat.
please give US another dance, Miss
Paradine." said Crawshay.
II don't think So" she replied with a
laugh. Zone must consider the people
in the fiat underneath"
Bother the people underneath" said
They're harmless enough. Lord Car
fax said Cynthia. Just an old man
and his wife. They're often complaining
about the noise up here. j expect they'll
send a note up presently. Give me q Gig
arctic. Dick"
Sir Richard Gaunt held out a gold case.
and for one brief moment his mind re-
verted to his home on the wild coast OF
Wales. His mother had given him that
cigarette case on his twenty-first birth
day. Then he glanced at the room. thick
with tobacco smoke; at the table, COW
cred with decanters. glasses and dessert:
at the hot, passionate face Of Cynthia
Paradine: at the flushed features OF Lord
Carfax. The sea was as far distant from
all this as the north pole from the
equator.
he said huskily. IT'S sitting
Cynthia mush sing. mumbled Carfax.
cor she mush dance"
"Shut up!'' said Gaunt. angrily. as he
StOmDleQ over 10 the WINDOW anu HunS
II open.
Thea mush sing" reiterated Carfax.
IT shay she mush sing-no, she mush
dance"
He rose heavily to his feet. as the fresh
cold air revived him little from his
drunken stupor. and held on to the back
of his chair.
Little darling" he said. with drunken
leer. will Thea sing II I give her a kiss.
chg" and he blundered across to her side.
Crawshay rose and caught him by the
arm. But Lord Carfax was a big man.
and the feeble hand of the invalid was
not strong enough to force him back into
his chair.
''Sit down. you drunken beastr' yelled
Gaunt. stumbling forward with clenched
fists and his white face cOnvulsed with
fury. sit down or get out Of the place
altogether"
Cynthia laid a restraining hand on his
arm. and he paused, Quivering with
drunken rage. He had had less to drink
than Lord Carfax. and his speech was
clear enough. but his brain was infiamed
with alcohol. and he had lost all control
Of his reason.
"Dick. Dick!" cried the girl, as she
looked up piteously into his face.
Get out. Carfax," cried Gaunt, fiercely,
'or I'll chuck you out"
Go be continued next Sunday