Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-04

him and the missing tourists.
Medenham sat in his car outside and read:
My DEAR GEoRGE.-If this reaches you.
please oblige me by returning to town at once.
Your aunt is making deuce of a fuss and is
most unpleasant say no more now. since L
am not sure that you will be in Hereford be-
fore we meet. Yours ever, r.
Il can see myself being very angry with
Aunt Susan" he growled in the first flush OF
resentment against the unfairness of her at
titude.
But that phase soon passed. His mind
dwet rather on Lady St. Maur's bland
amazement when she encountered Cynthia.
He could estimate with some degree OF pre-
cision her Ladyship's views regarding the
eighty millions of citizens of the United
States. Had she not said in his hearing that
American society is evidently quite Eng
lish-but with the head cut off
That. and a sarcastic computation as to
the difference between Ten Thousand and
Four Hundred. constituted her knowledge
of America. Still. he made excuses for her.
1t was no new thing for aristocracy to be
narrow minded Horace, that fine gentle
man. hated the vulgar crowd, and Niccolo
Machiavelli. fifteen centuries later, de-
nounced the mobiles of Florence for their
easy going contempt of everything and
everybody; SO Lady St. Maur had plenty
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cheap epigrams.
The one person Medenham was really bit
ter against was Millicent Porthcawl. She
had met Cynthia she herself must have
frowncd at the lying innuendoes written
from Bournemouth; it would give him some
satisfaction to tell Cynthia that the Forth
cawl menage ought not to figure on her visit
ing list. But therei Cynthia was 100 gen
erous minded even to avenge her wrongs.
though we'll able to deal with the Millicents
and Afauds and Susans if they dared be
spitefu.
Then the coming of Dale with various
leather bags reused him from the revere in
duced by his fathers curt missive. and he
laughed at the discovery that he was fighting
Cynthia's battles already.
"HILE they were running slowly down
~ the winding lane that led to the Vat.
Medenham determined to make sure of his
ground with reference to Mrs. Devar.
Il suppose you left no room for doubt as
to my identity in the mind of the lady to
whom you spoke over the telephone last
night?" he inquired.
None whatever, my Lord She wormed
it out of me"
did you menCion the Earl"
Like an hit. began by giving his Lord
ships name! 1t was my only chanst; l
couldn't get to the postoffice nohow. Why,
l was ordered to bed at eight o'clock, SOS
his Lordship could smoke in peace. as he
said
Then my father was determined to stop
you from communicating with me. if pos
sible?"
IF his Lordship knew that / crep' down
back stairs to the telephone, do believe
he'd have set about me with poker!" said
Dale grimly.
STRANGE" unused Medenham, with eyes
now more intent on the hotel than on the
road influences other than Aunt Susan's
must be at work. My father would never
have rushed off in fever from town merely
because of some i'll natured gossip in letter
from Lady Porthcawl."
His mind flew to the Earl's illusions to
Marigny. and it occurred to him then that
the latter had used his fathers name at Bris-
toll. He turned to Dale again.
Before this business is ended l shall prob
ably find it necessary to kick Frenchman."
he said.
Make it two of EN-. my Lord an let me
take it out of the other one" growled Dale.
We'll, there is bottle holder" said Me-
denham. thinking of Devar. "a short, fat
fellow, an Englishman; but most salts
factory subject for a drop kick
Say when, my Lord. an Ill score goal