Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-25

land, breeder OF ped1greed stock but checked the
impulse For some reason known best to her father,
he did to wish any mention to be made of
the vanished chauffeur but she did gage the true
extent of his readiness to drop the subject that
occasion.
Mrs Leland looked up, caught his eye with a SMILE
and asked how many miles it was to Thrlemere. Gym
tha's thoughts brooded again on poets and lonely
graves and the danger passed.
MRS. DEVAR, in these days, had recovered her
w complacence. The letter she from Symons
Vat had reached Vanrenen from Paris, and its hearty
dsapprova of Fitzroy helped to reesablsh his good
opinion of her. She heard constantly, too from Ma
rgny and her Both agreed that the cometlike flight
of Nedenham their horizon rapidly losing it's
significance. Still, she was not quite happy. Mrs.
Lelands advent had thrust her into the background;
for the American widow was rich, good looking and
cultured, and the flow of small talk between the new
and Cynthia left her as hopeessy out of range
used to be the case when that domneering Medenham
would lean back in the and say things beyond her
comprehension, or murmur them to Cynthia if she hap
pcned to be sitting by his side.
Luncheon had ended; but the clouds that had been
gathering the lake country during the morning sud-
denly poured deluge thirsty land. Thirlemere
and Ullswater and the rest of the goes of Westmore
land that lay beyond the pass of Dunmai Raise
swallowed up in fog of rain. Smmonds, questioned
by the millionaire, admitted that a weather beaten
native had prophesed week of it, more or less
Four Brtons might have sat down and played bridge
stodly; but three of this quartet Americans and
within two hours of the change in the elements they
seated in the London bound train at Windermere
Station
Not one of them was really dspeased because of this
rapid alteration in their plans. Cynthia i'll ease;
Mrs. Leland wished to reJon her guests at Trouvie;
Vanrenen who was anxious to complete business nego.
tations in Paris believed that complete change of
and new interests in life would speedily bring Gym
thia back to her own CHEEKY SELF while Mrs. Devar,
though the abandonment of the meant reversion to
cheap boarding house, not sorry that it had come
to an end. In London she would be more in her ee-
ment and at any rate, she was beginning to feel
cramped through sitting three in a in Smmonds'
car after the luxurious comfort of two in the onneau of
the Mercury.
60 it came to pass that on Friday evening while Me-
~ denham was driving from Cavendsh Square to
Charing Cross, Cynthia was crossing London
verging line from St. Pancras to the Savoy Hotel.
Strange, indeed, the play of Fate's shuttle that it
should have nearly reunited the unseen threads of
their destinies Again. trfing circumstance conspred
to detan Vanrenen in London. One of his business
associates in Paris, rendered impatient by the failure of
the great man to return quickly he had promised,
arrived in England by the afternoon service from the
Gard du Nord and actually standing in the foyer
OF the hotel when Vanrenen entered with the Others.
AS result OF this meeting the journey to Paris arranged
for Saturday postponed till Sunday, and this
trivial base destined to be built remarkable ed
iice.
1t CHANGED that Mrs. Leland too, decided to have
day in London, and she and Cynthia went out early.
They returned to lunch at the hotel and the girl plead
ing lack of appetite, slipped out alone to buy copy of
Millions poems. From the booksellers she wandered
into the Embankment Gardens.
She dutful daughter, and had resolved to obey
without question her fathers stern command not to
ter again into communication with man of whom he
strongly disapproved; but she not content for all
that, and the dripping trees and sodden flowers
seemed now to accord with her distraught mood The
fine, though not bright interval that had tempted her
forth gave way to another shower and she for
shelter into the Charng Cross Station of the Metropo
tan Railway. She stood in of the doorways looking
dsconsolately the river, when taxicab drove
up and deposited its occupant at the station. Then
some unbidden impulse led her to hail the driver.
"Take me to Cavendsh Square" she said.
"What number, Miss" he asked.
"No number. Just drive slowly round the square and
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