New-York tribune., 1910-09-11

train this morning, after doihg the stiiaso
work"
Simmonds. candor itself about Nleden-
ham. had said no word of the Earl OF Far
holrne or of Dale. Marigny, of course, was
silent as to the Earl, since 1t might have
ruined his last faint hope of success had the
two perplexed fathers met. Slnmonds re-
cent outburst opposed an effectual bar to
farther questioning; so Vanrenen was Tree
to deduce all sorts of possibilities from the
| existence of vet another villalnOus chauffeur.
Unhappilv, he availed himself OF the Op-
portunity to the full, The fair countryside
and the good food of the March counties
made little or no appeal to him thenceforth.
| He pined to be in Chester, yet restrained
the impulse that urged a frenzied scurry to
| the banks of the Dee; for he was adamant
| in his resolve not to seem to have pursued
CYNTHIA, but rather to have joined her as
| the outcome of mere whim after she had
met Mrs. Leland.
THE Mercury arrived at Ludlow long be-
| fore Nanrenen crossed the Wye Bridge
at Hereford. NIedenham stopped the car at
The Feathers, that famous magpie among
British inns, where Cynthia admired and
photographed some excellent woodcarvlng.
| If they hurried over luncheon, they were
content to dawdle in the picturesque streets,
/
old castle, in which Milton's "Masque of
Comus" was first played on Michaelmas
night of 1854
| But finally they went on to Shrewsbury,
| where Medenham was vOuchsated gleam
of frosty humor by Mrs. Devar's anxiety
lest her son might have obeyed her earlier
injunctions and kept tryst at The Raven
after all. That trivial diversion soon passed.
He hoped that Cynthia would share the
front seat with him in the final run to Ches-
ter; but she remained tucked up IN the tom
neau, and the dread that kept her there was
bitter-sweet to him, since it betrayed her IN
creasing lack of confidence in herself.
| The rendezvous was at the GrOsvenOr
| Hotel, and Nledenham had made up his
mind how to act long before the red towers
of Chester Cathedral glowed above the clty's
haze in the fire of magnificent sunset.
Dale was waiting on the pavement when the
Mercury drew up at the galleried entrance
| to the hotel
Medentam leaped down. "Goodby, Miss
| Vanrenen," he said, holding out his hand.
Il can catch an early train to town by hur-
rvng away at once. This is Dale, who will
take my place He is thoroughly trust
worthy, and an even more careful driver
than | am"
Are you really going-like that?" fall
tered Cynthia, and her face blanched at the
suddenness of it.
"Yes. l shall have the pleasure of seeing
you in London when you return
Their hands met in firm clasp. Mrs.
Devar, too f1ustered at first to gasp more
than an "Oh!" of astonishment, leaned for
ward and shook his hand with marked cor
diality.
"You must tell Dale to take great care of
us" she said knowingly.
II think he realizes the exceeding trust l
repose in him. he said: but the accompany
ing smile was meant for Cynthia. and she
read into it farewell that presaged many
things. He disappeared without another
word
WHEN a slim, elegantly gowned woman
w had fastened to the door from the
drawing room, whence she was summoned by
page, she found two dust covered figures in
the act of alighting from well appointed car.
Her next glance was at the solemn Jowl of
the chauffeur.
Cynthia, my darling girl! she cried, with
arms thrown wide.
There could be no doubling the heartiness