Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-25
CHAPTER XXI.

Cammarleigh noticed with some sur
prise that Anthony refrained from offer
ing any suggestions in regard to the ar
rangements for shooting. Al breakfast
on the first Mr.. Crutchlay asked Anthony
if he were going with them.
81 don't shoot he answered. simply.
He knew perfectly we'll that such an an
nouncement lowered him morally in the
eyes of the men of the party.
Cammarleigh asked his reason.
Il do not care about killing things I'M
necessarily"
With that curious lack of courtesy
which the best bred Englishman displays
when he feels that slur has been cast
on the sacred social duty of slaughter
for pleasures sake. Crutchley said:
.'Ah. you would if you were rafting
good shot
Il am" said Anthony I'm the cause of
humanity. and to show that I am not
sheltering my Incompetence under the
cloak of kind heart l will emulate
William Tell. and shoot an apple off Lord
Cammarleighs head at fifty yards
You will do nothing of the kind said
Cammarleigh. hastily. and nobody offered
to take his place.
''You hunt. / SUPPOSE asked Frant.
No
Don't approve OF it," And Mr.. Crut CHI
icy spoke almost as if he were humoring
a lunatic.
II think ii is unspeakable.''
You must admit that it gives man
nerve and manliness."
II suppose that's what the Romans said
to those weaklings who objected to seeing
young girls eaten by lions. 1t was. no
doubt. very squeamish of them
II have always felt" said Lady Editha,
that II was not quite nice of women to
hunt III should leave that sort of
thing to men," 1,tEHYER
Lady GO. differed She had hunted a
great deal as girl. And there is sim.
ply nothing like it for the figure. she an
nounced. triumphantly.
"There is at least something broadly
pagan about that" said Anthony "a Ii
baton of foxes blood offered up at the
shrine of Venus that she may have pity
on the waist of Englishwomen."
Il suppose You are d tremendous enemy
to war?
Not to the same extent | don't so
much object to shooting men when
they've got good a gun as my own in
their hands,
Crutchley attempted to revive the argu-
ment on the question of hunting more
than once. hut Anthony declined to give
battle. He knew perfectly well that two
or three of his opponents-feeling that
there was not a word to be said for hunt
ing any living creature for pleasure
wculd> lose their tempers.
that sort of thing" said Canlmarleigil.
when they vera alone.
What sort of thing?' asked Anthony
''All that rubbish about hunting and
shooting you too Why. il people
herr only knew the truth" and Cam
marleigh waved his hands and worked
himself into a high state of moral indg-
nation
"Yeso" said Anthony. calmly. IF they
knew the truth, that is to say. the whole
truth?''
With an exclamation of impatience
Cammarleish left the room.
You are wonderful young man." said
Mrs. Westerly. meeting Anthony later
in the haunted walk. for Cammarleig
Abbey. like every other salf-reSpectine
country mansion. had its ghost. In the
haunted walk. four hundred years before
Young monk had been found in the
arms of a village maiden From tina
night he had never been seen again. bu
his ghoStly counterpart was supposed tC
haunt the place during the small hours
You are wonderful woman. Mrs
Westerly. You have already filled The
ardent lover with misgivings."
do you really think l have got as fal
as that"
~ am sure of it.
Anthony and Mrs Westerly had grown
to understand each other without any
thing SO obvious as an expressed agree
ment Neither could say that the Other
had ever made suggestions or brough
forward plans. They were simply tacitl,
agreed to use all their cleverness and an,
means which came TO hand, she, to MARI,
Frant he. TO secure Sybil
Thine presses.
II know" said Anthony. but We are
going to win. you will see. We have ar
example of how the thing can be done II
the house.
What do you mean?
Lord and Lady Southwick. He was
engaged to katherine Helborough but
Pamela Gray-tl?at was Lady SouthWick'
maiden name-managed to break it off 6
week before the wedding
II remember assented Mrs. Westerly
'She was a prctege of the Duchess OF
Havant. one of those unexplained young
girls who glide without credentials into
the high places. If her former bane-
factresS had not been the great lady she
is. she would have quarreled with her by
now. Mrs. Gresham told me that she car
ried on disgracefully with Lord Bellamy
just before he shot himself and that
afterward she showed not the least trace
of feeling.
How very delightful. | must cultivate
her
Il think she makes a pose of not being
interesting now. She is cold and aims at
being very exclusive
II suppose that is why Cammarlejrh in