Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-07


joke might even have won a smile; but Cynthia was
preoccupied Strange that she should be musng of
Smmonds and hurrying car; for Medenham had told
her that the transfer would take place Bristol.
She was only twenty-five, and her extensive knowl-
edge of the world had been obtained by three years of
travel and constant association with her father. But
her lines had always been cast in pleasant places She
had need to deny herself any of the delights that life
has to offer to youth and good health and unlimited
The discovery that friendship called for dis
erection came almost as shock. 1t seemed to be
stupid social law that barred the way when she wished
to enjoy the company of well favored whom Fate
had placed at her disposal for three whole days. Her
self blue blooded American, descendant of old Dutch
and New England families she quite able to dis
eliminate between reality and sham. Mrs. Devar, she
Marigny might have sprung from many generations of
French gentlemen; but her paid chauffeur his
peor every respect save one-snce to all appearance
Marigny rich and Fitzroy poor.
Curiousy enough, the whose alert shoulders and
well poised head were ever in view the hummed
joyously through the pine woods had taken on some
thing OF the mechanic in aspect since looming that
serv1ceabe linen coat. The garment was weather
stained 1t bore records of overubncaon of struggles
with stiff outer covers of rain and mud that type of
mud peculiar to French military roads in the Maritime
AlpS,-while Jealous detective might have found
traces of the black and greasy deposit that collects
the door handles and side rails of P L. NJ railway
riages Medenham borrowed it because of the intoer-
able heat of the leather jacket Its distinctive charac
ter became visible when he viewed it in the June
shine, and he substitute for sackcoth, since
he, no less than Cynthia recognized that dangerous
acquaintance drawing to end. So Dale's coat
imposed shield it were, between the two; but the
drove with little heed to the wtching scenery that
Dorset unoded at each turn OF the road and the
sat distract, almost downcast
Mrs Devar was snugy complacent Difficulties that
doomed large overnight were vague shadows. When
the Mercury stopped in front of comfortable inn at
Yeovil it she, and not Cynthia, who suggested
social departure.
"This seems to be the only place in the town where
luncheon is provided You had better leave the in
charge of stableman and join u.s. Fitzroy,' she said
gracously.
Thank you Madam" said Medenham, rousing
himself from reverie; Il prefer to remain here. The
hotel people will look after my slight wants. as dislike
the notion of anyone tamperng with the engine while
l absent.
us it so delicate them" asked Cynthia, with smile
that he hardly understood since he could not know how
thoroughly he had routed Mrs Devars theories of the
previous night.
NO. far from it. But its very simplicity challenges
examination and inquisitve clodhopper effect
hour"
His gruff tone music in Mrs. Devar's She
actually sighed her relief but explained the lapse in
stany 81 do hope there something nice to eat! she
said This wonderful air makes dreadfully hungry
When is ended, Cynthia, shall have to go
diet for months
THE fare was excellent. Under its stimulating in
luence Miss Vanrenen forgot her vapors and elected
for the front seat during the run to Glastonbury Me-
waysde flowers, and he let the Mercury creep through
high banked lane all ablaze with wild and honey
sucke, while he pointed out the blue field scabous, the
pink ana cream neduOWSWeeC LHe Lpihle
wort and the columbne the campons in the cortland,
and the yellow vetchlng that the hillside toward
one of the wooded islands peculiar to the center of
Somerset.
Cynthia listened, and, if she marveled, betrayed
hint of surprise that chauffeur should have such
store of the woodlands craft. Medenham, only
of rapt audience of one threw disguise to the breeze
created by the when the pace quickened. He told
of the Glastonbury Thorn, and how it was brought to
the west country by less gardener than Joseph of
Arimathea and how Saint Patrick born in the Isle
of Avalon called because its apple orchards bore
golden fruit, and how the very of Glastonbury