Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-06-16

much about-you know We saw her three
years ago in Paris-passed right through
the hall and he never so much as offered
to introduce me. I expect to leave Sun
day night and spend Monday In New
York. and be with you Tuesday. This
gives YOU day or two to bring him
around
MIR. Walsh is waiting announced the
maid.
She thrust the letter into a drawer Of
her desk and went down.
, Walsh was turning the cutter in the
courtyard at the rear of the house and
drove into the covered entrance as she
opened the door With a merry jingle of
bells they were OFF, She was relieved to
find that it vas not Incumbent upon her
the mare, Estabrook stock. he informed
her. whose swift. even pace he watched
with delight. When. after raversing one
Of the boulevards. they swept int the
park. many other hOrsemen, making the
most of the fine sleighing, looked twice
at Walsh, who. for the first time within
mans knowledge. was driving with a
woman beside him. These horsemen did
few acquaintance they passed seemed
not to recognize her. Walsh bent toward
her now apd then, without taking his
eyes from The mare. and shouted short
sentences which she did not always hear.
but he seemed to be speaking of the
horses rather than of the persons who
drove them. When other sleighs passed
the bells crashed diecordantly In her ears
for a moment: then the rhythmic. tune
less jangle from the long-striding mare
floated back upon them like an echo.
The parks undulations. a-gleam in the
snow. the rush of the sleighs. the liveli-
ness and cheer of the gay pageant. were
a lure to the eye and stimulus to the
spirit. Their runners slipped over the
close-packed snow as though the splenoid
mechanism of the horse might-so near
they approached flight-at any moment
bear them skyward.
Once Walsh asked If she were tired.
but she shook her head and they flew on
again The freedom from responsibility
as they sped on was in itself grateful;
she was even able to forget herself at
times. to be quite detached from her own
thoughts.
When they reached the house she asked
him. quite perfunctorily. II he would not
stop and warm himself. Much to her
surprise. he said he would. She sum-
moned servant. but Walsh went him
self to blanket and house the mare. When
he returned she was waiting for him in
the library.
I'm afraid to offer a man tea. but you
can have anything you like. Mr.. Walsh.
Nothing, thank you. Mrs. Craighili,
he replied. rubbing his hands briskly at
the fire. She rose to the need OF making
talk and complimented him upon the
horses speed and endurance.
There's good blood in her.. and they
say blood tells. She could keep up that
lick all afternoon. She enjoyed it as
much as we did"
The excellence Of the mare having been
agreed upon. she felt herself faltering
upon the edge of another abyss OF 81
lece. But with only an instant's hesita-
ton. In which he bent the gaze Of his
odd little eyes upon her sharply, he said;
II have no wish, Mrs. Craighill, to
NEEDLE in your private affairs. but 1t is
possible that I may be in position to
serve you
She clasped her hands tightly on her
knees: her heart beat fast.
II am sure you mean to be kind" she
said, unresponsively. His little eyes, a.