Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-07
The Witching
Scenery at Dorset.

looked for in shkaree whose had been tested in
many ticklish encounter with other members OF the
cat tribe In fact he had Just been disturbed by
ing the unexpected telegram wherein Smmonds
assured his Lordshp that the re uvenated would
arrive at the College Green Hotel, Bristol Friday
evening At the very moment that ne realized the I'M
mnence of Cynthias disappearance into the void was
douby dsconcerting to be hailed by woman who knew
his world intimately that it would be folly to smile
vacantly at her presumed mistake.
Some CLINT of annoyance must have eaped to his eyes;
for the lively Countess glanced round with mimic fright
that testified to her skill actress. Good gracous
she whispered. Have l given you away? | couldn't
guess you here incognito-now, could I?-when
that telegram has been staring at everybody tor hours
"You have misnterpreted my amazement, Lady
Porthcawl he said spurred into self possession by the
hint of an intrigue. Il could not believe that time
would turn back for pretty woman. You look
younger than ever, though have not seen you for
oh hush she cried w wont d;S spoil your nice
England? Are you alone, really? You've grown quite
a man in your junges. Will you come to the lounge?
l want much to have a long talk with you Mr.
Ducrot is there,-the finanC1er you know,-but have
left him safely anchored alongside Maud Devar soft
furred old pussy who clawlng now behind my back
l am Have you ever met her? Wiggy Devar
she ChriStened Monte because excited German
leaned her at the tables and things hap
pened to her couture. And to show you how broad
minded III get her to bring down stairs the sweet
est and daintiest American ngenue yOud find between
here and Chicago even If you went by way OF Paris
Cynthia Vanrenen is her name daughter OF the Van
renen. He made not pile but pyramid, out OF Mil
waukees. She is it, Gibson girl quite ducky, with the
dearest bit of an accent and Mama Devar is gadding
around with her in a mo-car. Do GOMEZ"
Medenham able to pick and choose where he
listed in answering this hail of words. I'm awfu1y
sorry he said, but the telegram l have just received
affects all my plans l must hurry away this instant
When will you be in town. Then shall CALL praying
meanwhile that there may be Ducrots Devars
there to blight glorious gossip If you bring me up to
date affairs in Park Lane I'll recprocate about the
giddy equator. How-or perhaps ought to say where
is Porthcawl?'
"In China!" snapped her Ladyship fully alive to
Medenham's polite evasion of her Establishments.
"By gad!" he laughed, that is long way from
Bournemouth. Well, goodby. Keep me date IN
Clarges-st."
"Clarges-st is off the map she said coldly ats
South Belgravia verging Pimlico nowadays. That is
why Porthcawl is in China-and it explains Ducrot too
An unconscious bitterness crept into the smooth
voice Medenham, who hated condolences from the
butterfly type of woman, nevertheless pitied her.
Tell me where you live and I'll come round and
hear all about it,, he said sympatheticaly.
with yearnng tenderness. She watched his tall figure
he strobe down the hill toward the town to keep an
imaginary appointment.
He used to be nice boy she sighed, and now he
is a mani Hegh-ho you back number Mile dear!
PUT she her bright self when she returned to
- the bald headed Ducrot and the bewigged Mrs.
Devar.
What small world it isl" she vowed Il
Medenham in the hall.
The bankers shining forehead wrinkled in reflective
frown. "Medenham?" he said.
"Fairholme's eldest son..
Mrs. Devar chorted Such fun!' she said. Our
chauffeur calls himself George Augustus Fitzroy.
How odd" agreed Countess Millicent.
You people speak in riddles. Who or what is odd!"
asked Ducrot.
"Oh don't worry but listen to that adorable waltz"
Ducrot's polished dome compared badly with the