Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-24

is the limit.
strange roar, gathering force and vol
ume each instant, rose from hundred thou
sand threats. Soon the shout became in
sistent, and Cynthia Vanrenen yielded to its
magnetism.
Yes, none of them can catch him now.
Go on, Jockey don't look round! Oh if |
were your MASTER d give you such talking
to. Ah-h-h! We've won, Mrs. Devar-
We We won! Just think of it!
How much, | wonder?" Mrs. Devar,
though excited had the calculating habit.
Five pounds EACH said Medenham,
who had approached unnoticed during the
tumult.
Cynthia's eyes spanked. Five pounds!
Why, heard some betting person over there
offering only three to one"
1t was task beyond his powers to curb an
unruly tongue in the presence of this eman-
cipated schoolgirl He met her ebullient
mood halfway. Il have evidently beaten
the market; that is, if I get the money.
Horrible thought! | may be welshed!'
He strobe back rapidly to the bookmakers
What do you think of our chauffeur
now?" cried Cynthia radiantly; for the
winning of those few sovereigns was real
low to her, and the shadow of the welsher
had no terrors, since she did not know what
Medenham meant
He improves on acquaintance, admit
ted Mrs. Devar, thawing little under the
influence of a successful tip.
He soon returned and handed them six
sovereigns apiece. =
My man paid up like Briton, he said
cheerfuly. Il have no trustworthy infor-
nation as to the next race; so what do you
ladies say if we lunch quietly before we at
tack the ring for the Derby?"
There was an awkward pause. The air of
EPSON Downs is stimulating, especially
after one has found the winner of the first
race.
1--WE have not brought anything to eat
admitted Cynthia ruefuly. I'VE ordered
some sandwiches before leaving the hotel,
and we mean to stop for tea at some Old
World hotel in Reigate which Mrs. Devar
recommends
Unfortunately I was not hungry at
sandwich time, sighed Mrs. Devar.
" If it comes to that, neither was |, whereas
l have most unromantic appetite now.
But what can do, as the Babus say in India.
l am rather inclined to doubt the quality of
anything we can buy here
Medenham's face lit up. "India!" he
cried. "Have you been to India?"
Eyes, have you? My father and passed
the last cold weather there
Warned by sudden expansion of Mrs.
Devars prominent eyes, he gave quick
turn to dangerous topic, since it was in
Calcutta that the gallant ex-Captain of Hor
tons Horse had borrowed fifty pounds from
him. Naturally, the woman omitted the
telltale prefix to her son rank; but it was
unquestionably true that the British army
had dispensed with his services.
Il was only thinking that acquaintance
with the East, Miss Vanrenen, would pre-
pare. you for the mysterious workings of
Kismet," said Medenham lightly. when
l came across Simmonds this morning was
bewaiing the fact that my respected aunt
had fallen i'll and could not accompany me
to-day. May offer you the luncheon l
provided for herr"
He withdrew the wicker basket from its
nook beneath the front seat. Before his
astonished guests could utter protest, it
was opened and he was deity unpacking the
contents.
PUT that is your luncheon" protested
- Cynthia, finding it incumbent on her to
say something by way of polite refusal.
"And his aunt's, my dear
In those few words Mrs. Devar conveyed
skepticism as to the aunt and ready accept