Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-04-13

Of their visit: but she was afraid to speak
lest she should precipitate catastrophe
1t was not that she had fear in the ordi-
nary sense Much as she loved her father
she would face him II necessary. But
she felt that 1t would be unwise to force
the issue prematurely; her father was
man of such strong prejudices-he called
them convictions-that once they were
What might happen II he should give
them scope on this occasion! Her heart
sank more deeply still at the very thought
In her anxiety she took what was prob
ably the wisest course; she kept him per-
petually busy. trotting about with her to
see the sights Of London. This was q
pleasure which she had long promised
herself with-since the adventure with the
runaway horse-the added interest Of hav-
ing present q nice Engiishman to point
out and explain. This special charm had
now to be foregone, and the denial made
her secretly sad. However, the best
anodyne to pain is pain: her anxiety re-
garding her fathers case was a counter
actant to her own. Father and daughter
were SO busy. morning, noon and night.
and the girl appeared to be SO tired when
the days program as laid down had been
exhausted, that occasion was lacking for
consideration Of disagreeable subject.
Toward the end of the first week, how
ever. Col. Ogilvie's patience began to
fail. He felt that he must speak OF his
annoyance to some one, and there was no
choice. Joy felt that the moment had
come. and she did not finch She had a
something said which would give her pain
to hear. Her hands were tied. She
could not even mention that Mr.. Hardy
was away; her father would be sure to
ask now she knew 1t: II he did 80, she
well that II he learned that the man who
had not even answered his own letter was
in secret correspondence with the ladies
OF his own family-that Is how he would
put 1.-THE fact would add fuel to the
flame, would change chasrin to fury And
SO she steeled herself to the quiet endur-
ance of suffering.
The blow fell at breakfast time when
her father had looked through the few
letters which lay beside his plate.
rudeness is unpardonable. !,
Joy looked up with g pleasant smile
which belied the chilly feeling about her
heart. She felt that she must pretend
hold too ready acceptance as suspicious:
What. daddy? Who! Whose rudeness?'
'That-that gentleman whom / asked
to dine with US. Mr.. Hardy
Perhaps he may not have got your
letter."
How do you mean. daughter? He must
have got it; directed it to the address
he gave me himself
But daddy, he may be away You
remember he told you at dinner that day
in the Holland that he had important
business. It may have been prolonged
you know. He may not even be in Lon
don.''
Then he should Sc that his lsetsrs are
duly sent on to him.
Certainly he ought But perhaps,
daddy. he's not as careful as we are. He
may not be a man OF business!" Col.
Ogilvie smiled:
I'm afraid that is q very bad argument,
my dear. You have just used the oppo-
site!''
How so. daddy?" she asked, wrinkling
up her brows.
You said he might be away on busi-
ness" He was so pleased with his COM
batting of her argument that her purpose
was effected; he abandoned the subject
for time.
The next morning. however. he renewed
1t again under similar circumstances:
81 think. my dear. that we had better
give up any idea of keeping that young
man on the list Of our friends. 1t Is
quite evident that he does not care to con-