Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-10-14
CHAPTER XIII
Evelyn Enters the FRAY.

Only woman can fathom another wom-
ans mind A man tries to think logical
ly; a woman throws logic to the winds
and reads her opponents tactics by in
tuition. Though Warden was not wholly
devoid of suspicion of Rosamunds dis
interestedness when he penned the plain
statement which Evelyn now SKINNED
through by the light of the Las Palmas
moon, he little dreamed that he was
framing damning indictment Of one who
claimed to be his friend, But Evelyn ex-
tracted from every line the hidden truth.
A gentlewoman to her finger tips. her
loathing of Mrs. Laing's despicable tao
tics was SO overpowering for while that
she could only vent her scorn and con-
tempt by little gasps and sobs of indigna-
ton.
Her lovers account of events at Ostend
and in London was transparency honest.
She saw now that by some clever and
INSCRIPTIONS device his letters and tele-
grams had been withheld. The burking
of her own letters, sent with unfailine
regularity until outraged pride bade her
cease, was equally clear. But how had
their common enemy achieved these re-
suits? Why did Mrs. Laing flush and
look guilty when Lord Fairholme recog-
nized Warden's name half an hour ago?
Well, she would ask the genial little
nobleman for an explanation. He would
be candid, she was sure; perhaps he
might help to illumine some of the dark
places of the last four months.
Peter Evans, watching her eyes as they
deVoured page after page, wtnked solemn
ly at Chris. but held his peace until the
letter was restored to it's envelope. Then
he felt that his innings had come.
well, MISS he remarked, quietly.
docs that round off everything in ship
shape style?"
For answer. she put both hands on his
shoulders and looked into his weather
beaten face.
Peter" she said II can never repay
you for what you have done. Capt. War
den tells me he had faith in you. and in
deed you have justified his confidence.
But how did you and Chris manage to
What has 1t cost you? l have not much
money at my command here
Money, miss? Did the cap'n say moth
ink about it?"
mo"
"Just like i'm. There never was a
more free-handed gent than i'm. Funny
thing, amt it, that the wrong people are
bloomin' millionaires. I s'pose that's wy
they ave it-coss they stick to it. Lord
love a duck. Tiers bin no trouble about
money! He did some tricks at the
Casino
Yes. yes. he has told me that"
"Well, wen e gives me that there
packidge, e forks out fifty quid, an
says, Peter. il you want more. go to my
bank But fifty golden suvrins is small
forth to a sailor-man-Ive know the time
It 'ud keep me an my missus an Chris
for q year-an' I wasn't flingin' it about
for bookin' clerks an pursers to pick up.
neither. We lad to dig a bit out O. the
bank wen this trip showed up, but afore
that Chris an me worked our passidge to
Scotland. an Hamburg an as far south
as Bordeaux"
"You went to Scotland? Why?''
"Afore the cap'n left Lunnon e 'ad a
telegram from the coastguard to say the
San Sowsy headed sou'east by east from
Lochmerig, an them amt the sailin' d.
rections for the Shetlands. or they wasn't
wen I was at sea. 1t seemed to me some
old salt whereabouts might help bit
fishermen keep pretty close eye on
passin' craft. miss-so of we goes.
shipped as extra hand on the Inverkeld,
bound from London to Aberdeen, an
Chris was stooard In the engineers mess
Sure enough. I lights on a Montrose
away in the line for Hamburg. follered.
on a tramp from Newcastle. but 1 was a
week late. You see, my orders was into
her own 'ands Peter
''Oh, you are dear!''
well. mebbe. I've bin called most
things In me time miss But It's spinnin'
tremendous long yarn to go over all the
ground. Wot I want to ak you now is
this-wot stopped Cap'n Warden from
gettin' your letters?"
"Ah. Peter. a wicked woman, 1 I'm
afraid.
Dye ear. Christ" and Peter turned