New-York tribune., 1910-09-11
BY LOUIS TRACY

- L AZOxO
Where could one be more secure. you put it, less
open that surge of events that drives ressessy into
seas? | am something OF tatallst, Mr. F1tZroy,
though the phrase sounds strange my lips Yet L
feel that after shall not meet again
easily as you imagine and-lf may venture
advise much more experienced than myselt-the
way that leads least hopefully my speedy introduc
ton your aunt that you should my father be-
fore reJon him. You know, sure. that look on
you rather friend than mere-a mere
Slave" he suggested, trying wrench spark
of humor out of the iron in their souls.
Don't be stupid. l mean that you and l have met
on an equality that l should deny to Sinmonds to
any of the dozen chaufeurs have employed in vari
parts of the world And want to you of this,
knowing my father we'll l do: certain he
has asked Mrs. Leands help for the undertaking that
others have failed in. cant say more. l.
CYNTHIA dear. l have been looking for you every
- where, cried detested voice Ah, there you are,
Mr.. Fitzroy and Mrs. Devar hustled forward cheer
fully. You have been to Hereford, hear How kind
and thoughtful of you Were there any letters for meo
Sorry broke in Cynthia. Il absorbed in
my news that forgot Here is your letter
1t is only from Monsieur Margny; to blow both of
up suppose for leaving him desoate last night. But
what do you think of my budget? My father is in Lon
don; Mrs Leland, friend of ours joins at Chester
tomorrow; and FitzrOy deserts at the time.
Mrs Devar S eyes bulged and her lower Jaw fell
little. She could hardly have exhibited more significant
tokens of alarm had each of Cyntas unwelcome state
the garden beneath.
During long night and a weary morning she had
abOred hard at the building of castle Spain,
and it dissi pated at a breath Her sky had
fallen; she plunged into chaos; her brain reeed
under these successive shocks.
"l-dont understandi she gasped, painting as if she
had run across vast stretches of that vague every
where during her quest of Cynthia.
None OF us understands That is not the essence of
the contract Anyhow Father is in England, Mrs. Le-
land will be in Chester, and Fitzroy is for London He
IS the only real hustler in the crowd Unless
deceived me, he brought his in the from
Hereford. Really. Mr.. Fitzroy don't YOU think YOU
ought to skip out by the traino"
Il prefer waiting till tomorrow evening. if YOU will
permit it,, he said humbly.
Cynthia lashing herself into a fair sernblance
OF hot anger She felt that she tramneed in a
of deception, and like the freedom loving American that
their strands remained invisible Seeing Medenham's
cresttaen aspect at her charge with reference
Dales presence, she bit her lip with laugh of annoy
and turned on Mrs. Devar.
1T seems to me, she cried, that Count Edouard
Magny has been taking interest in me that is GER
tanly not warranted by any encouragement part
Open your letter, Mrs. Devar, and If he too is on
the London trail. All. well-perhaps | am mistaken
l was veXed tor the moment that thought he might
have telegraphed to father when did up
Hereford. OF course that is sheer He couldn't
have done it. Father in England before Monsieur
Margny was aware of our failure to with Here
ford. I'm don't know what is vexing ME: but
something IS, somebody and want To quarrel with
it, or him, or her. real bad"
Without waiting for any opening of Alarignv's note
she off to her room.
Medenham had turned
to leave the hotel when
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