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


full action. His eyes grew round, and his lips
pursed to give vent to an imaginary whistle
Il knew" he told himself. He's toff.
that S W at he IS! NUNS the word, William!
Say nothink, specially to women!"
Bowling low before his smiling goddess,
Medenham produced the packet of letters.
1t happened that the unstamped note for
Mrs. Devar lay uppermost, and Cynthia
guessed some part, at least, of its con-
tents.
Poor Monsieur Marigny!" she cried. Il
fear he had a cherries evening in Hereford.
This is from him. know his handwriting.
While father and were in Paris he often
sent invitations for fixtures at the Velo-
once for coach drive to Fontainebleau. |
was rather sorry missed that
Medenham thanked her in his heart tor
that little pause. No printed page could be
more legible than Cynthias thought proc
esses. How delightful it was to feel that her
unspoken words were mrrored in his own
brain!
But these loverlike beautitudes were in
terrupted by slight shrek. She had glanced
curiously at postmark, ripped open an en-
velop, and was reading something that sur
prised her greatly.
well, of all the queer things!" she cried.
" Here's father in London. He started from
Just time to send me line by paving
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. Medenham's heart sank to his boots
while he watched her. Whosoever Mrs.
Leland might be,-and Cynthia's 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 doubtful
quantity. For some kindred reason, per-
haps, Cynthia chose to turn and look at the
sparkling Wye when next she spoke.
Il don't see why Mrs Leland's unexpect-
ed appearance should make any real differ
ence to our tour" she said in the colorlesS
tone of one who seeks rather than imparts
conviction. There is plenty of room in the
car. We must take the front seat IN turn,
that is all.
MAY | ask who Mrs. Leland ISL" he
asked, and. if his voice was ominously cold,
it may be urged in extenuation that in mat
tiers affecting Cynthia he was no greater
adept at concealing his thoughts than the
girl herself.
hurriedly. I'm fact, her husband was my
fathers partner till he died some years ago.
She is charming woman, quite cosmopoli-
tan. She lives in Paris nearly all the time;
but | fancied she was at Trouvile for the
summer | wonder"
She read the letter third time. Droop-
ing lids and a screen of heavy eyelashes
yelled 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
brows were not arched in laughing bewil-
dcrment, but Strengthened in silent ques-
tioning.
Mr.. Vanrenen gives no details" she said
at last-and seldom indeed did 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-
graph at once
lAFEDENHAM reused himself to set forth
~ British idiosyncrasies on the question
of Sunday labor. He remembered the tele
phone, however, and Cynthia went off to try
and get in touch with the Savoy Hotel. He
withdrew a little way and began to smoke
reflective cigar; for he knew now who Mrs.
| Leland was In twenty minutes or less Cyn-