Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-21

"Sent away!'' echoed Medenham in mock
amazement.
"Oh, come, you knew him quite well.
You said so in London. | am not exactly
the silly young thing look, Mr.. Fitzroy,
and Count Marigny's condolences are a
trife far fetched. Both he and Captain
Devar fully understood what they were doing
when they arranged to meet in Bristol and
somebody must have fired a very big gun
quite close to the fat little man that he should
be scared off the instant he set eyes on me.
Then Medenham resolved to end a cate
chism that opened up illimitable vistas; for
he did not want to lose Cynthia just yet,
and there was no knowing what she might
do if she suspected the truth. So he APP
pealed for her forbearance on plea that he
imagined was sure to succeed.
Il don't wish to conceal from you that
Captain Devar and l have fallen out in the
past" he said but | am genuinely sorry
for his mother, who certainly does not know
details now, Miss Vanrenen. He will not
cross your path in the near future, and |
promise to tell you the whole story long be-
fore there is any chance of your meeting
him again"
For some reason, deep hidden yet deli
cately distinct, Cynthia extracted good
deal more from that simple speech than the
mere words implied. The air of the downs
was peculiarly fresh and strong in the center
of the bridge, fact that probably accounted
for the vivid color that lit her face and added
luster to her bright eyes. At any rate, she
dropped the conversation suddenly.
Mrs Devar will be growing quite i'm
patient" she said, with an admirable as
sumption of ease, land want to buy some
pictures of this pretty toy bridge of yours"
THE simplest means of reaching the Glou-
cester road were to run back past the
hotel; but the Goddess of Happy Chance
elected, for her own purposes, that Meden
ham should ask policeman to direct him
to Cabots Tower, and, the man having the
brain of surveyor. he was sent through
bystreets that saved few yards, perhaps,
but cost him many minutes in stopping to
inquire the way. Hence, he missed an amaz-
ing sight. The merest glimpse of Count
Edouard Mangny's new acquaintance would
surely have pulled him up, if it had not put
an end to the tour forthwith. But that was
not to be- Blissfully unconscious of the fact
that the Frenchman was eagerly explaining
to dignihed yet strangely perturbed old
man that car number x L 1000, containing
a young American woman and her friend,
and driven by conceited puppy of chauf
feur, had just gone up the hill to the left.
Medenham at last reached the open road, and
the Mercury rushed on toward Gloucester.
The old man had only that minute alighted
from a station cab, and a question he adj
dressed to the hall porter led that civil func-
tionary to refer him to Marigny as friend
of the parties concerned"
But the newcomer drew himself up some
what stiffly when the foreign parsonage spoke
of Medenham as puppy" Before our
conversation proceeds any further, think
ought to tell you that am the Earl of Fair
holme and that Viscount Medenham is my
son." he said.
Marigny looked so blank at this that the
Earl's explanation took fresh shape.
Il mean," he went on, perceiving that
his nearer was none the wiser, mean that
the chauffeur you allude to is Viscount Me-
denham."
Marigny, though born on the banks of the
Loire, was a Southern Frenchman by de
scent and the hereditary tint of olive in his
skin became prominent only when his emo
tons were aroused. Now the pink and
white of his complexion was tinged with
yellowish green. Never before in his life
had he been SO surprised-never!
"He-he said his name was FitZroy was
all he could gasp.
80 it is-the dog! Took the family name
and dropped his title in order to 60 gallivant-
ing about the country with this young per-
&O11 nv,I rrr,th hot