New-York tribune., 1910-09-04

.he ehe , coach house: He might not have heard
s.l sltI "oids' put he certainly saw the respect
-, - On iiiS eyes grew round. and his lips
..T 70 give vent to an imaginary whistle
knew! he told himself. Hes a toff
that w at he Isl NUNS the word William
oaE nothlnk, specially to womenl''
boWlng low before his srniling goddess
Aedenham produced the packet Of letters
| l, l. happened that the unstamped note for
NiIs' L'eNar lay uppermost, and CYNTHIA
guessed some part, at least. of its con
tents. 10
Poor Monsieur Marignvl" she cried Il
tear he had cherries evening in Hereford
ms Is from him. | know his handwriting.
While father and | were in Paris he often
sent invitations for fixtures at the Velo-
once tor a coach drive to Fontainebleau. |
was rather sorry missed that
Medenhafn thanked her in his heart for
'lat httle pause No printed page could be
more ieglble than Cynthias thought proc
eSses- How delightful it was to feel that her
uilSI9oken words were mirrored in his own
brainl
But these loverlike beautitudes were in
terrupted by a slight Shrek She had glanced
curiously at postmark, ripped open an en-
Neiop, and was reading something that sur
prlsed her greatly.
Well, of all the queer thingsi" she cried
Here 5 father in London. He started from
Paris yesterday afternoon, and found he had
Just time to send me line by paving a
special postal fee at Paddington. What?
Mrs Leland going to Join us at Chester
Wire If | get this
She reread the letter with heightened
color. Medenllam's heart sank TO his boots
while he watched her. Whosoever Mrs.
Leland might be,-and Cynthias first cry
OF the name sent a shock of recognition
through hint was fully evident that the
addition of another member to the party
would straightway shut him out of his Para
disc. Mrs Devar. in the role OF guardian
had been disposed of satisfactorily; but
" Mrs. Leland was more than a doubtful
quantity. For some kindred reason, per
haps, Cynthia chose to turn and look at the
sparkling Wye when next she spoke.
. don't see why Mrs. Leland uneXpect-
ed appearance should make any real differ
ence to our tour" she said in the colorless
tone Of one who seeks rather than i11lparts
conviction. There is plenty of room in the
car. We must take the front seat in turn,
that is all
May I ask who Mrs. Leland is?" he
asked. and, if his voice was orlinously cold,
il may be urged in extenuation that IN mat
tiers affecting Cynthia he was no greater
adept at Concealing his thoughts than the
girl herself
An old friend Of ours" she explained
hurriedly In fact. her husband was my
fathers partner till he died some years ago
She IS & charming woman. quite a cosmOpol1-
tan. She lives in Paris nearly all the time;
but I fancied she was at Trouvllle TOR the
summer. [ wonder
She read the letter a third time Droop-
ing lids and q screen Of heavy eyelashes
veiled her eyes, and when the fingers holding
that disturbing note rested on the rail OF the
veranda again, still those radiant blue eyes
remained invisible and the eloquent eye
irous were not arcl1ed in laughing beWll-
der1ncnt. but Strengthened III silent ques-
cioninC.
"AIr. Tanrenen gives no details she said
at Iast-a-ld seldom indeed did d" Mr.. Van
renen" replace father" in her speech
% Perhaps he was writing against time;
though he might have told me less about the
post and more Of Mrs. Leland. Anyhow, he
has a fine Italian hand in some things, and
maybe this is one OF them. But must tele-