Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-28

ran close to a small wood, and soon they
were in road. There was slight excuse for
arm holding now; but Cynthia seemed to
think that her frills still needed safeguarding,
so he did not withdraw the hand that chung
to her elbow.
A light in laborers cottage promised in
formation. He knocked at the door, which
was not opened; but voice cried:
WHO is it, What do you want?"
TEL me the nearest way to the Symons
Vat Hotel, please" said Medenham,
Keep straight on till you come to the
ferry. If the boat is on this side you can pull
yourself across
but if it is not?"
"You must chance it. The nearest bridge
is mile the other way"
by gad!" said Medenham under his
breath.
Il shouldn't care a pin if Mrs. Devar
wasn't waiting for me, whispered Cynthia
whose mental attitude during this mishap on
the Wye contrasted strangely with her alarm
when Marigny's motor collapsed on the
Mendips.
Mrs. Devar is the real problem, laughed
Medenham 1--WE must find some means OF
soothing her agitation"
why don't you like her?'
That is one of the things / wish to ex-
plain later"
"She has been horrid to you, know;
but"
Il am beginning to think that owe her
debt of gratitude can never repay"
What will happen if that wretched ferry
boat is on the wrong side OF the river!
Medenham took her arm again; for the
road was dark where there were trees. You
are not to think about it, he said Il have
been doing all the talking tonight. Now
tell me something of your wanderings
abroad"
THESE two already understood each other
without the spoken word. He respect
ed her desire to sheer off anything that
might be construed as establishing new
relationship between them, and she appre
ciated his restraint to the full. They dis
cusSed foreign lands and peoples until the
road bent toward the river again and the
ferry was reached-at point half mile
below the hotel.
And there was no boat!
wire rope dropped into the darkness of
the opposite bank; but no voice answered
Medenham's hail. Cynthia said not sylla
BILE until her companion handed her his
watch with request that she should hold it.
You are not going into that river!' she
cried determinedly.
There is not the slightest risk" he said.
But tncre IS. Wnal III you were SelZeu
with cramp?"
Il shall cling to the rope, if that will sat
isfy you. | have swum the Zambesi before
to-day, not from choice, | admit, and it is
twenty times the width of the Wye, while it
holds more crocodiles than the Wye holds
salmon
WELT you promise about the rope"
Soon he was out of sight, and her heart
knew its first pang Of fear. Then she heard
his cry of Got the boat" followed by the
clank OF a sculing oar and the creak of the
guiding wheel on the hawser.
A T last, shortly before midnight, they
neared the hotel. Lights were visible
on the quay, and Medenham read their
meaning.
They are sending out search party" he
said. Il must go and stop them. You run
on to the hotel. Miss Vanrenen. Goodnight.
| shall give you an extra hour tomorrow.
She hesitated the fraction of a second.
Then she extended hand. Goodnight,
she murmured. After all, have had real
lovely time"
Then she was gone, and Medenham turned
to thank the hotel servants and Others who
were going to the rescue.
Il wonder what the gov'nor will say
,yba,, ba COCO ha thought with