Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-11-15
CHAPTER II.
Married.

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Mr.. Petherby could not fail to observe
Lord Broadstone's confusion. Anything
serious occurredc' he asked.
"Only an investment going wrong" was
the reply, given with obvious striving aft
er indifference. Because Dorrison's an
NJ. P. he's always interfering
"Cast-iron John pulled at his goatee
slowly. Hes the heir. of course, and
can't be expected to like this marriage"
1T isn't about that protested Broad
stone; nothing at all to do with it," he
repeated eagerly.
II have met Gilbert Dorrison twice. l
think. / don't know whether you see
much OF him; but if you do, be on your
guard I put him in the class labeled
dangerous.
He is one of the best of fellows
lis hee" was Mr. Petherbys dry re-
joinder as he drew the younger man into
one of the Conservatives. Does he
know anything about you that affects
your rlarriage?"
Lord Broadstone wriggled uneasly I'M
der the piercing eyes. Certainly not.
Mr.. Petherby; of course not. There is
nothing to know"
Sure" Like a surgeons probe came
the one-syliable question.
"On my honor
Very we'll and with that they went
on 10 the drawing room.
Eva and her brother were sitting to-
getiIer IN one corner while decsyed reIa-
tive OF her mothers, the Hon. Mrs. Pet
tifer. who received an "honorarium" for
her chaperoning presence in the Manor.
was reading by the piano. The brother
and sister started nervously when their
father entered and Jack rose. Both
brother and sister were III looks and dis
position like their dead mother-a gentle.
well born soul who had married the rich
man AT the bidding Of her relatives and
had been glad To die soon after Jack s
birth.
Petherhy until feeling less i'll at ease.
sauntereG over to Eva. She made a place
for him on the sofa. CHANGING. first TO see
If her father was watching, and then
SErank as far into the corner possible.
She was strikingly pretty. An oval face
the features thin and regular and beau
tifully nodded. and the complexion as
clear as alabaster-was crowned by a
wealth of golden hair, under which. in
strange contrast to the rest of her color
ing. were pair of deep-fringed eyes. dark
and iarge and wondering, and full of the
soft questioning timidity of roe.
Every look of h-I eyes. every word she
spoke. every gesture she made. seemed to
be inspired by the same shrinking timidty
all painfully eloquent Of her intense fear
of her stern. iron-handed father.
We have been a long time. / fear.
Eva said Lord Broadstone.
1T has not seemed long to mel mean
Jack was telling me things" She cor
tected herself nervously.
Il: seemed long to me-away from you u
lie replied. with an obviously insincere
smile.
But she did not notice the insincerity
II am glad. my lord-Bertram, / mean.
shall get used to il in time; but / never
call any one but Jack by his Christian
name, you see.
you mustn't call me my lord after
tomorrow, Eva
No OF course not. / shall remember
The very simplicity of this told its own
story. II have been telling myself over
and over again.
II shall hav" very beautiful bride
Eva-bewitc hingy beautiful. But we mus,
get some color back 10 those cheeks OF
yours and some laughter into your lovely
eyes.
"I don't often laugh, my-Bertram. The