Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-22
LORD CiMMARLE[GH'S SECRET
A Fairy Story of Today
By ROY HORNINlAN,
Author of 1.-The Sin of Atlantis" Etc.
by
By ROY HORNIMAN,

Deans. and really didn't look day more
than fifty-five.
These "reminiscences are not very edi-
tying. said Cammarleigh.
Anthony sighed
That is the worst of You. Cammar-
leigh. Your interests are so limited. Now,
L am interested in everything-and. do
you know. that's what makes people
charming or otherwise? | have noticed
since ] have mixed in the great world
that the big men are always interested in
every phase of life, providing it is put be-
fore them In an interesting way. 1T
argues q larger cOnSciouSneSS-and after
ALL the development of consciousness is
the object of life. and that is why limo
cence is SO immoral.
Cammarleigh had always been rather
surprised that Anthony, despite his usual
attitude of sparkling levity. able to
talk when he wished on higher philo-
sophie level than he was capable of. so
he had adopted a trick. which. while saw
ing him from the necessity of replying,
was intended to convey that he could no
longer continue a conversation conducted
in such a childish VEIN This consisted
in leaning back and closing his eyes
YEARLY. An aggressive rudJness of this
kind always brought out the gamin In
Anthonys nature. and as he had not the
least objection to CammarleiGh seeing
this side Of his character he generally
took his fill of as much irritation as 1t
was capable OF inficting.
thinking makes your brain ache,
doesn't 1t. poor old thing. Never mind
me-go to sleep" And Anthony began to
whistle an air out of popular musical
comedy-a form OF music for which in
reality lie had a profound dislike.
When the reached Cammarleigh sta
ton Anthony could not help smiling as
he saw the servility with which the sta
tion-naster. q fine. virle, north-country
specimen. opened the door for Cammar-
leigh.
The station was not far from the park
lodge. Entering the gates they drove
interiac!ng branches OF magnificent
trees centuries old. This leafy vault was
the more impressive inasmucn as the
trees OH eth side sprang from q steep
bank After they had gone about a mile
and a half. suddenly in front of them
minated the road, lay the unduiating
greensward Of the park. ard, set on a
knoll which sioped down 20 the old fish
ponds. stood Cammarleigh Abbey in the
mellow splendor Of its iordly terraces. its
me-stained. massive masonry and bat
tlemented roof. Close by stood the old
abbey church, one Of the most perfect
specimens OF Norman architecture In
England.
Anthony was intensely sensitive to the
beauty OF such scene. The statelness
the peace, the hoary building. summing
itself on this gorgeous July afternoon
like great brown lizard. sent q thrill
through him. and he turned to Cammar-
leigh. and said. simply:
''Cammarleish, how did such a home
produce you?'
The remark came as a distinct shock
10 Cammarleigh. He had noticed the ef-
feet that the panorama of his ancestral
home had made on Anthony, and he had
concluded that 1t would raise him i'm his
tormentor's/ eyes. To find that it only
drew an unfavorable comparison was hu-
initiating.
The ancient approach to Cammarleigh
had been from the opposite direction. and
as they drew near Anthony saw that the
village lay about mile TO the rear OF the
abbey. struggling UP hillside. Finally
they reached the splendid old gate and
rolled beneath II.
ut seems absurd to enter a place like
this In lounge suit. doesn't IT, Cammar-
leigh?'
II don't know that l have ever entered
il In anything else.
I'VE ought to have changed our clotI hes
at the station and ridden here on horse
back in tie wigs, with pistols in our
holsters
II trust said Cammari"ica. that Won
WON'T take it into your head 10 do any