Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-10-25

know, he continued, / believe | had better
better than do"
O'Brien laughed. Il haven't been going
about for the last three or four days with a
strong light in my eyes"
CHAPTER VIII.
THE knock on her door that wakened
Chrstabel the next morning brought her
up out of so deep sleep that the summons
had been repeated before she had quite made
up her mind where she and whether the
exciting events of the night before had been
real and not part of some extraordinarily
vivid dream. But there her trunk locked
and strapped, and there the handbag that
held the handful of necessities she had taken
with her on their attempted fight.
She certainly had made night of it After
their somewhat ignominious return from the
Orpheus, her French maid had allowed her
terror over the episode to develop into some
thing close to Mysteries, and it had taken
Christabel a full hour to quiet her. So it
couldn't have been more than two or three
hours ago that she herself had gone to bed.
She wondered who could be knocking at her
door SO early. Then, for she was getting
broader awake every minute, it occurred to
her to ask Who is there?" she called
Her fathers voice answered with another
question, Cant you let me in? | want to
talk to you"
kmono and pair of slippers, and admitted
him. How nice you 1ookl" she cried at the
sight of him,-started to cry rather, but his
finger his lips admonished her, and she
ended the exclamation in a whisper.
Beaumont entered the room and nodded to
her to close the door behind him. His appear
ance, indeed, justified his daughters exclama-
ton. He was completely dressed, with the
same exquisite attention to detail he always
showed. He was clean shaven and his cheeks
were rosy with exercise. Taking his appear
ance altogether, and noting particularly the
sparkle IN his eyes, one would hardly have
identified him the man who had Just sus-
tanned a defeat.
Well he said brushing pair of shoes off
a chair and sitting down on it,-"well, here
we are. Your old father wasn't SO smart as
he thought he was and he doesn't see yet how
they worked it. You kept Smith up here a
full hour. McAllister must have gone aboard
the Orpheus with his crew before Smith went
down the hill. II he's as clever that, !
could almost forgive him for beating me-"
Christabel was sitting at her dressing table
IN the act OF putting up her hair. Well, she
said, laying down her brush decisively Ion
account | glad it has happened. !
never knew before, and wouldn't have known
but for this, what a good sport my dear old
pater was. | was little worried last night
when the boat wouldn't GO and Mr. Valentine
began wailng because he hadn't revolver,
and Sophie began to have Mysteries. You
have never had this kind of fight before, at
least not for ever SO long; SO Ii wondered
how people looked when they were going to
have heart failure and all sorts of terrible
things. Honestly, dad, l was very proud of
you taking it like that"
Her father laughed. " Evidently" he said,
= it didn't occur to you that it was your own
particular province to faint away and have
smelling salts brought, and SO on
suppose, said the girl refectively, that
that's Just what should have done if had
been an elegant female of hundred years ago.
Wouldn't it have been funny if had9"
She was occupied for minute then, getting
the heavy coil of her shining hair settled into
place, and there was a momentary silence.
WHEN she next looked up at her father she
caught an expression in his face that
brought her attention into sharper focus.
" You'v We thought of something" she said
Yes he admitted, lowering his voice as he
spoke. I" l think l can way out. i
have just been taking a little walk up to the
wireless station. As expected, they have sent
the operator away and closed the place. But
that operators our man; that is to say, we've
got to make him It's little like
The Three Mus..eteers when Miadi shut
up in her brothers in law castle. We have an
outside limit of four DAYS to find him IN and
persuade him to send message IL wcn't be
easy; but its not impossible. ! want you TO
help"
Chrstabel looked little dubious. You
mean that am to pretend that like him lot
and that sort of thing.
Her father laughed, Gracious, no!' he