Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-07-25
; A Woman's Enchantment
By WILLIAM LIE QUEUX.
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By WILLIAM LIE OUEUX

that moment the butler entered but.
turning quickly to the man, he remarked
that we wanted nothing. The servant
understood. and. bowling, withdrew. clos
ing the door after him.. rs this really
true?' he repeated.
Look here. MIR. Stapleton," I said
firmly, placing my cigarette end in the
ash tray, that man. who poses as your
friend. came here with a distinct pur-
pose-to malign Cough. He has told
Myra. and probably yourself. some very
wonderful tales, declaring that my friend
Granny is not only an adventurer. but
also an assassin. Now l have known
Cough for many years, and a straighter
and more honorable fellow never breath
| ed. Therefore the fellow Is liar. This
morning l met him alone. down by the
river. and spoke out straight. I de-
manded that he should withdraw all his
| vile calumnies and leave the Grange
| Otherwise ] should expose him"
Expose what?" interrupted my host
Should l reveal the truth of what had
passed in Bucharest? I hesitated Mex,
| ent 1t was Il judicious policy to remain
/ silent. I had no desire that Garshore
| should be aware of the exact extent OF
| my knowledge.
That he was telling you untruths, .
was my rather lame reply.
Stapleton grunted in dissatisfaction
| HIM. You don't seem to like Gar
shore. Philip he said
NO. don't. and that's the plain truth
| He's dangerous man."
In what manner"
believe in him and you will soon dis
cover-to your cost"
| You speak In enigmas."
| Il speak in your interests and In My
She's madly in love with your friend
Cough"
We'll. Her love is reciprocated, and
that very warmly" assured him
But If half what Garshore has said is
correct he Is surely not fitting COM
panion for herr"
Il admit that. But Garshore, for some
! mysterious purpose of his own. came
here to lie" I said. Again, for what
reason has he so suddenly left you, with
out even returning for his traps, II not
because he feared to again face me-"
He received telegram at the York
| post Office
/ Was not that curious coincidence?'
] asked. why was the wire not ad.
| dressed here?"
! York. as he knew last night we were GO
| ing over there"
! | smiled incredulously, saying:
! Il think. Mr. Stapleton. that my theory
| is the correct'one. Did you see him off p
| No he would not allow us TO do so
/ We were due at the flower show"
| That was exactly what I had expected
| The telegram was mere excuse to leave
them, and lie had gone straight to the
| York police and given information OF
| Grsnny's whereabouts.
| Had my warming reached my friend in
thine? Where was he now? ! wondered
If my wire had not reached him before
the arrival of the police In the little vii
,age of ColSterworth-a place I must
/ have passed more than once on the Great
! North road--then he would no doubt be
| already under arrest.
Our conversation was ended abrupt.
by Myra opening the door and inquirine
/ how much longer We intended gossiping
as she and Miss Chambers were impatien,
TO play bridge. Therefore we arose anC
joined the ladies.
| The greater part of that night ] lay
awake thinking. To remain longer there
was to remain inactive. SO l decided &c
leave.
The life OF man is a short blossom
ing and long whitening. Women carry
their logic in their hearts, men in their
heads
| The long night hours passed and soor
after dawn l arose dressed and went fol
walk by the river bank, past the spo
where had stood with Garshore
I was waiting for half-past 8. when
might receive a reassuring message from
Granny.
The morning was perfect. with brish