Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-03


the only one to have it :?
She is said Rupert.
But ah!" and Jonas sighed infinitely. But. I'm
an old bungler and made a mess of it, | sent it to
her; but there was no name With it" He paused
long enough for Rupert to guess the rest. But the
young mans imagination did not work very swiftly
and Jonas obliged to add " She thinks YOU sent
it He uttered the words as If he was making plea
of guilty.
THAT isn't the worst followed Jonas. sinking
deeper in voice and posture. She has written to
you You will get the letter in the mail tomorrow
morning
Rupert began to find himself oh | See" he
began. " You want me to go to her and explain the
mistake
"No-no-no!" cried Jonas in agitation. Never.
| want you to make out it is so-to make out you
sent it. Do it for me- your old friend Mr.. Rupert
if you won't do it for my sake do it for hers Think
of her pride!' Jonas gesticuated wildly with each
sentence
Yes, she is proud. said Rupert as though speak
ing to himself and considering the matter apart from
the presence of the little
"Proud?" snapped Jonas. coming with bound
from his depression. "Of course she's proud! Isn't
she the daughter OF a hero? Hasn't she beauty and
intellect and everything noble woman should have
OF course she's proud She has right to be
proud than anybody in this town! Yes. sir. more
right than anybody
suffer because somebody made a mistake
That's it exactly-that's the exact and necessary
thing said Jonas
rs there anything else?" asked Rupert
All" explained Jonas, holding forth the palm of
his little hand "a thought strikes me- In your in
terview with Janet YOU might dwell on the fact that
| made the ring, and that thinking so much of both
of you did not want anybody else but her it.
That ought to lessen her resentment Romantic too,
Ell! The romance of dried up old Now
see how help you out"
"You mean help out of your trouble said
Rupert with laugh Well Mr.. Jonas, II agree to
this much: | will not lie openly and rnblushinglv
for you; but will do the best can
Thank you. Mr.. Rupert, thank you. You lawyers
ingenious!
JANET RIVERS did not sleep we'll that Sunday
. night. A spirit of rebellion was in her. working
devastation to her peace of mind and filling her with
strange contradictions. One moment she was al
most content in the life she was leading in single de-
votion to her father There in it something fine,
though she also serving her country by serving
him. thus feeling by contact bit OF the citation that
belonged to his heroism. Then would come reaiza-
ton Of her youth her possibilities, her suppressed
ambitions and with it the injustice of things.-her
poverty and pent up existence compared with wealth
and freedom and the qualifications of right desires
Why did Rupert Holmes come? Why couldn't he
leave her to bear her burdens alone in the deep
shadow of her narrow path? He should have STAYED
up on the hill. He had no right on Rosedale-st.
So it went-so it went on through the nght-bat
tledore and shuttlecock-Rupe comes and Rupert
hies-back and fOrth-always Rupert-and never,
most sad to say-never poor Jonas who was even
thought of, although in the little shop he wide
awake. studying the outlines of high hat discon-
SOlatey stored on the top shelf
But the morning broke in cloudless beauty, and
Janet too buoyantly vital and too much in love
with life and not to rise with the glory of the
day The moods and weaknesses of the night melted
with the mist and she felt strong and equal things
equal even to the coming of Rupert Holmes, who
swung round the corner shortly after breakfast,
walking rapidly and boldly and casting only
less toward the little shop in which the little
looking out of the little window
THOUGHT | should bring my apology instead of
writing it y he said II want to YOU that
the sending of the ring not meant to hurt Your
feelings; Mr.. Jonas wanted YOU to have it, you