Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-14


Edouard's unfortunate mistake, we have
been in the car nearly twelve hours"
How did Fitzroy discover that we had
taken the wrong road?" asked Cynthia,
rousing herself from perplexed reverie.
well, he drove very fast from Cheddar;
much too fast, to my thinking, though the
risk has been more than justified by circum-
stances. Of course, it is always easy to be
wise after the event. At any rate, there be-
ing no sign of your car when we reached the
top of long hill, we-er-we discussed mat
tiers, and decided to explore the byroad."
did you remain long in Cheddar? If
Fitzroy hit up the pace, why were you so far
behind?"
Il waited a few minutes to address some
postcards. And that reminds me-Fitzroy
sent most impairment message by one of
the servants"
"1mpertinent!'
"My dear, there is no other word for it
something about going off without me if l
did not start instantly. Really, shall be
glad when Simmonds takes his place
And he caused servant in the hotel to
speak to you in that manner"
Yes, the very girl who waited on us at
tea, pert creature, who seemed to find the
task congenial."
Mrs Devar was building better than she
knew. Cynthia laughed. though not with
the whole souled merriment that was music
in Medenhams ears "She has been prop
erly punished; forgot to tip her" she ex-
planned.
Count Edouard would see to that"
"He didn't l noticed what he paid-out
of sheer curiosity. Perhaps l ought to send
her something"
"My dear Cynthia!"
But dear Cynthia" was making believe to
be quite amused by notion that had just
suggested itself She leaned forward in the
darkness and touched Medenham's shoulder.
do you happen to know the name of the
waitress who brought you some tea at Ched-
dar?" she asked "None of us gave her any
thing, and hate to omit these small items.
If had her name, could forward a postal
order from Bristol"
There is no need, Miss Vanrenen," said
Medenham. Il handed her-well, sufficient
to clear all claims"
"You did! But why?"
The temptation to explain that he had
never seen the girl before that day was
strong; but he waived it, and contented
himself with saying: -er-can't exactly
say; force of habit, imagine"
us she friend of yours?"
mo"
CYNTHIA subsidized into the tonneau. "Of
all the odd things!" she murmured, little
dreaming that her chance question had sent
thrill of sheer delight through Medenham.
"What is it now?" inquired Mrs. Devar
vindictively; for she detested these half con-
fidences.
ooh, nothing of any Importance. Fitzroy
footed the bill, it seems
very probably. He must have bribed
the girl to be impudent.
Cynthia left it at that. She wished these
people would stop their quarreling.
THE Mercury ran smoothly into ancient
L Bristol, and whirled up the hill to the
College Green Hotel There, on the steps,
stood Captain James Devar. Obviously, he
did not recognize them, and Medenham
guessed the reasonable expected to meet
his mother only, and bestowed no second
glance on a car containing two women. In
deed, his first words betrayed sheer amaze
ment Mrs. Devar cried, "Ah, there you
are, James," and James eyeglass fell on its
we'll worn crease.
Hello, Mater!" he exclaimed. But
what's up? Why are you Where is Marig
ny?'
miles away The silly man ran short of
petrol. Fortunately our car came to the
rescue, or it would have been most awkward,
since Miss Vanrenen was with the Count at
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