Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-11
CYNTHIA'S CHAUFFEUR
BY LOUIS TRACY

Where could one be more secure, you put it, less
open that surge of events that drives essessy into
new seas? | am something of fatalist Mr.. Ftzroy,
though the phrase sounds strange on my lips. Yet
feel that after tomorrow shall not meet again so
easily you imagine and-if may venture
to advise much more experienced than myself-the
way that leads least hopefully to my speedy introduce
ton to your aunt that you should my father be-
fore rejoin him. You know, am sure that look on
you rather friend than mere-a mere
Slave, he suggested, trying to wrench some spark
of humor out of the iron in their souls.
Don't be stupid. mean that you and have met
on an equality that should deny to Simmonds or to
any of the dozen chaueurs have employed in vari-
parts of the world And want to you of this,
knowing my father well as do: am certain he
has asked Mrs Leands help for the undertaking that
others have failed in. Cant say more. I"
CYNTHIA dear, have been looking for you every
- where" cried detested voice. "Ah there you are,
Mr.. Fitzroy" and Mrs. Devar hustled forward cheer
fully. You have been to Hereford hear. How kind
and thoughtful of you'll Were there any letters for me
Sorry broke in Cynthia. Il was SO absorbed in
my own that forgot yours Here is your letter.
1t is only from Monsieur Margny; to blow both of us
up suppose for leaving him desoate last night But
what do you think of my budget My father in Lon
don; Mrs Leland, friend of joins at Chester
tomorrow; and Fitzroy deserts at the time.
Mrs Devars eyes bulged and her lower jaw fell
little. She could hardly have exhibited significant
tokens of alarm had each of Cynthas unwcon,e state
been punctuated by the crash of artillery fired in
the garden beneath.
During long night and weary morning she had
abored hard at the building of castle in Spain,
and now it was disspated at breath. Her sky had
fallen she plunged into chaos; her brain reeled
under these successive shocks.
"I-don't understand" she Pasped, painting as if she
had across vast stretches Of that vague every
where during her quest of Cynthia.
None of us understands. Tia S not the essence of
the contract. Anyhow, Fa.he- II England Mrs. Le-
land will be in Chester, and Ftzroy is for London He
is the only real hustler in the crowd Unless my eyes
deceived me, he brought his in the from
Hereford. Really, Mr.. Fitzroy, don't you think you
ought to skip out by the next train3"
Il prefer waiting till tomorrow evening, if you will
permit it." he said humby.
Cynthia lashng herself into fair semblance
of hot anger She felt that she trammeled in net
of deception and like the freedom loving American that
she was, she resented the tolls the less because
their strands remained invisible. Seeing Medenham's
cresalen aspect her unjust charge with reference to
Dales presence, she bit her lip with laugh of annoy
ance and turned on Mrs. Devar.
1T seems to me-" she cried, THAT Count Edouard
Marigny has been taking interest in that is GER
tanly warranted by any encouragement my part
Open your letter. Mrs Devar, and if he too is
the London trail Ah wel-perhaps | am mistaken.
l vexed for the moment that thought he might
have elegraphed to father when did not turn up at
Hereford OF course that sheer He couldn't
have done it. Father in England before Monsieur
Marigny of our failure to connect with Here
ford. I'm sure l don't know what is vexing me; but
something is, somebody, and want to quarrel with
it, or him, or her. real bad
Without waiting for any opening of Margny's note,
she off to her room.
Medenham had turned >S6ex3kEssA~
to leave the hotel, when >s>N0aE2f8z