Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-04

half past nine Miss Vanrenen? he asked turning
snatch one last look at Cynthia.
"Yes. Goodnight-and thank you.
She offered her hand to him before them all. The
touch of her cool fingers infinitely sweet but when
he strove to surprise hint of her thought in those
twin pools of impd light that wont to gaze at him
SO fearlessy he failed for all the daring had fed from
Cynthia, and he knew-how Heaven and lovers alone
tell-that her heart beating with fright she
had felt when he staggered under the relentless
pressure OF the river while holding her in his
To the lookers-on the girls outstretched hand
token of gratitude to Medenham it carried acknowl
edgment of that equality which should reign between
those who love. His head swan in sudden vertigo OF
delight, and he hurried away without uttering word
There some perhaps, who wondered; Others who
in his bruskness nothing than the confusion
of inferior overwhelmed by the kindly condescension
of young and charming Mistress but the one who did
fully and truly interpret the secret springs OF his action
went suddenly white her lips and her voice
ously low and strained she turned to Mrs. Devar.
Come, dear she murmured, Il am tired it would
SEEM and you, you must be quite worn out with
anxiety.
MY darling child" gushed Mrs. Devar, Il should
have been nearly dead if had not known that Fitzroy
with you; but he is of those men who inspire
confidence refused to admit even to myself that any
thing of evil consequence could happen to you while he
present. How fortunate we were that day in
town"
The man who had suggested that the hotel phar-
macist could dispense hot drinks other than lemonade
nudged an acquaintance. "Our chauffeur friend has
rppin' nice job" he whispered. Wouldn't mind TAX
ing his billet mysef-t nd be change from eveTastn
gof Hello! Where is hep meant to"
Medenham had gone strding away up the hillside in
a very frenzy of happiness. Four days, and Cynthia
good won! Was it possible then, that the disguised
Prince of the fairy tale could be reatythat such
mances might still be found in this gray old world?
Four days He could not be deeper in love with Cynthia
had he known her four years, forty and he
tain that he had really loved her before he had been
in her company four minutes.
PUT these rhapsodies cut short by his arrival
the hotel garage, with the dspeasing discovery that
named Dale had reached Symons Vat that even
cherished Mercury demanded several hours of hard
working attention if it to glisten and hum in its
usual perfection next morning
Queer thing he said, thinking aloud rather than
addressing the stabeman who had given this disconcer
ing Il have never before known him to fail and
| wired to Hereford early enough"
oh he's in Hereford, is he? inquired the man.
He ought not to be; but he is, fear.
Then it II be him who axed for We the telephonef'
"When?"
1T nd be somewheres about quarter or half past
eight. Lizzie toe after the old Teddy KEN up to
if you'd taken the out.
Medenham's wits alert enough now. Il don't
fully understand" he said. What old lady, and why
did she Gomez"
That's wat bothered me- was the reply. Every
body knew that the young Teddy an you were on the
Wye-deed to goodness, some of us thought you were
in it. Anyways it was long after ten when She"
You mean Mrs. Devar suppose-the older lady of
the two who arrived in my carr"
YES, that's her. She wanted to be the
wasn't gone, and nothing would suit her but the key
be brought from the ors an the coachhouse door
unlocked SOS she could see it with her eyes Well
Lizzie says to me, That's funny, it is, because she
watched they two gon the river and in the box
long time telephonin to shutter called Dale at Here
ford Thinks l. It's funnier that the shutter who's