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

rangement had better be taken for granted. |
So they sped on.
MRS. DEVAR quilted the car at Chep- |
~ stow and, to make matters worse, the |
feelings of Cynthia's chaperon soon became |
as sore as her toes. The only feature of
Martens Tower, which they soon were visit |
ing, that appealed to her was its dabolical |
ingenuity in providing opportunities for the |
interfering chauffeur to assist, almost to lift, |
Cynthia from one mass of fallen masonry to |
another. She heard Fitzroy telling her way
ward charge that the reformer really hated |
Charles l. because the King called him an |
ugly rascal" in public, and directed that he |
should be turned out of Hyde Park. The |
words supplied cue.
PITY Kings are not so powerful nova |
days." she snapped. 1.-The presumption of |
the lower orders is becoming intolerable.
Another little incident heated Mrs. Devar
to boiling point. Cynthia more than once
limited that, if tired, she might wait for them |
in the lowermost court, where a fine tree
spread its shade over some benches; but |
the older woman persisted in visiting every |
dungeon and scrambling up every broken
stair. The girl took several photographs, |
and had reached the last film in roll, when |
the within seized her to pose Medenham in
front of Norman arch.
d
gleefully. Il wish / could borrow some /
armor and take you in character as the gen.
tleman who built this castle. By the way
his name was Fitz Something or Other
Was he a relation?"
"Fitz Osborne" said Medenham.
"Ah, yes. Fitzroy means Kings son.
doesn't it1"
"I-er-believe So"
well, can imagine you scowling out of
a vizor. 1t would suit you admirably"
But might not scowl."
"Oh, yes. you would. Remember this |
morning. Just force yourself to think for a |
moment that | am Monsieur" She |
stopped abruptly. "A little more to the left, |
please, and turn your face to the sun. There, |
that is capital"
why should Fitzroy scowl at the recol- |
lection of Count Edouard!" demanded Mrs.
Devar, her eyes devouring the telltale blush |
that suffused the girls face and neck.
only because the Count wished to sup
plant him as our chauffeur" came the ready |
answer
Il thought Monsieur Marigny's offer a
very courteous one"
Undoubtedly; but as had to decide the
matter preferred to travel in a car that was
at my own disposal"
Mrs. Devar dared not 60 further She re-
lapsed into sulky silence. She said not /
word when Cynthia occupied the front seat |
for the climb through Chepstow's High-st.,
and when the girl turned to call her attention
to the view from the crest of the famous |
Wyndcliff she was nodding asleep.
Cynthia told Medenham, and there was |
touch of regret in her voice. Poor dear"
she said in an undertone, 1.-THE castle was
too much for her, and the fresh air has made
her drowsy."
He glanced quickly over his shoulder, and |
instantly made up his mind to breach prof. |
ect that he had thought out carefully since |
his quarrel with the Frenchman.
YOU mean to stay in Hereford during the |
whole of tomorrow, Miss Vanrenen?"
he asked.
Yes Somehow, l don't see myself scam |
pering across the map on the British Sab |
BATH Besides, am all behindhand with |
my letters, and my father will be telegraph |
ing something emphatic if don't go beyond |
Much love- on picture postcard"
'Symons Vat is exceptionally beautiful, |
and there is a capital little hotel there. The |
Wye runs past the front door, the boating is |
superb, and there will be brilliant moon
after dinner
And the answer is!
THAT we could run into Hereford be-
fore breakfast, leaving you plenty of time |
to attend the morning service at the cathe- |