Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-18

In so natural q manner that neither or
the two WAS puzzled.
1T is the natural instinct that makes
every woman q matchmaker. She works
blindly toward the baby. IL she cannot
have one directly. she will have IL vicari-
otsIy. The sourest OF old maids is thus
doomed TO have q hand in the perpetual
ton Of the race"
Thus spake the Literary Man from
London. discoursing generaliy--out OF ear
shot Of the vicar and his wife, TO whom
he was paving one OF his periodical visits
in a corner OF their drawing room.
Fora, conscious Of matchmaking declared
him to be horrid and physiological.
"A woman Is much more renned anc
delicate in her motives
1.-THE highly civilized woman. said
Rattenden. lis delightfully."- refined in her
table manners, and eats cucumber sand
witches In the most delicate way In tue
world: but she is obeying the same In
stinct that makes your lady cannibal
thrust raw gobbets of missionary into
her mouth with her fingers
Your conversation is revolving" said
Fora.
Because ! speak the TRUTH Truth is
a Mokanna."
What on earth is that?' asked Fora.
The Literary Man sighed. The Yelled
Prophet OF Khorasan, Lalla Rookh. Tom
Moore. Ichabod."
1T sounds like cipher cableeram."
said Fora, flippantIy. but go on"
Il will. Truth, l say, is a Mokanna
So long as it's decently covered with a
silver veil YOU all PROSTATE yourselves be-
fore 1t and pretend to worship II. When
any one lifts the veil and reveals the re-
voting horror OF it, you run away
screaming. with your hands before your
eyes. Why do you want truth to he
pretty? Why can't you look its ghastli-
expect to learn anything II YOU don't?
How can YOU expect to form judgments
on men and things? How can you expect
to get to the meaning Of life. on which
you were so keen a year ago."
Il want beauty and not disgustfulness.
said Fora. Should II happen. for the
sake Of argument. that wanted two dear
friends TO marry. ii Ia only because 1
know how happy they would be together
The Interior motive you suggest Is re-
pulsive."
But it's true said Rattenden. 81
wish I could talk to you more. ] could
teach you q great deal. At any rate.
know that you'll think about what I've
81 won't, she declared.
You WILL" said he. And then he drop
ped a very buttery piece Of buttered toast
on the carpet and, picking II up. said
damn under his breath; and then they
both laughed, and Fora found him hui
man.
why are you SO bent on educating
me?' she asked.
Because" said he, II am one of the
few men of your acquaintance who
doesn't want to marry you.
"lndeed?" said Fora, sarcasticaliy, yet
hating herself for feeling a little pang of
displeasure May I ask why?'
Because" said he. 1--WE a wife and
five children already
On the top Of her matchmaking and her
reflections on Truth in the gu'se OF the
Yelled Prophet Of Khorasan. came Glenn
Sypher to take possession Of his her
house. Since Fora had seen him In Mont
Carlo he had been to New York. Chicae'
and San Francisco. fighting the Jebua7
Jones dragon in it's lair. He had writ.cg
Fora stout dispatches during the cam
paign. Here "A victory. There a defeat
quer-but everywhere also an implied ad
mission Of the almost inyulnerable strength
Of his enemy.
I'm physically tired" said he. on the
first day Of his arrival, spreading his
large frame luxuriously among the cusl,-
Chesterfield. I'm tired for the only time
In my life. I wanted you," he added
with one OF his quick. piercing looks.
RS a curious thing, but I've kept say
ing to myself for the last month. III
could only come into Fora Middiemists
presence and drink I'm. some Of her vital
ity. I should be a new man. I've never
wanted q human being before. It's
strange, isn't it?''
Fora came up to him. tea in hand. .
pleasant smile on her face.
1.-The Nunsmere air will rest you she
said, demurely.
81 don't think much of the air AZ
you're not In it. It's like whiskyless soda
water" He drew q long breath. my
God! It's good to see you again. You're
lieves in the Cure as / do myself"
Fora glanced at him guiltily. Her en-
thus asm for the Cure as q religion was
tepid. In her heart she did not believe
in it. She had tried 1t a few weeks be-
fore on the sore head OF village baby.
with disastrous results: then the mother
had called in the doctor. who wrote out
a simple prescription which healed the
child Immediately. The only real EVIL
dence of its powers she had seen was on
ever. forbade her to deny the faith with
which Glenn Sypher credited her; also a
genuine feeling OF admiration mingled
with pity for the man.
do you find much skepticism aboutr'
she asked.
Its lack Of enthusiasm 1 complain Of
he replied. Instead OF accepting 1t As
the one heaven-sent remedy. people Will
use any other puffed and advertised stuff.
Chemists are even lukewarm. grain
Of mustard seed Of faith among them
would save me thousands Of pounds a
year. Not that / want to roll in money.
Mrs. MiddlemiSt. I'm not an ava icious
man. But q great bus ness requires cap
ital-and to spend money merely In fog
ging the invertebrate Is waste-desperate
waste
1t was the first time that Fora had
heard the note Of depression.
Nov that you are here you must stay
for q breathing space" she said. kindly.
"You must forget II. put II out of your
mind. take holiday. Strong as you are.
you are not cast iron. and IL you broke
down, think what a disaster it would he
for the Cure
"Will you help me to have a holiday
She laughed. ITO the best OF my abi-
ity-and provided you don't want TO make
me shock Nunsmere too much
He waved his hand in the direction or
the village and said, Napoleonically:
I'll look after Nunsmere. have the
motor here. We can go all over the
country. Will you Gomez
ION one condition
And that?''
That you won't spread the Cure among
our Surrey villages. and that you'll talk
of something else all the time"
He rose ard put out his hand. 81 ac-
cept," he cried. frankly. I'm not a foo.
know you're right. When are you COM
ing to see Penton Court? 7 will give ~
housewarming. You say that Dix has
settled down here. I'll look him up. I'll
be glad to see the muddle-headed seraph
again. I'll ask him to come too. SO there
will be you and he-and perhaps your
sister will honor me- and your mother.
Mrs fDldrfAveSp