Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-13
CHAPTER II.-Continued.

Then with change of manner she
turned upon Wayne and seized his
| hands.
wayne. have you ever seen that wom-
| an before?''
| He shook himself free with rough
ness that was unlike him.
Don't be silly; of course not. I
never heard of her. How did you get
that idea?"
''You looked as though you We're see
ing a ghost when you looked at her pic
ture.''
IT was thinking Of ghosts, Fanny, but
I wasn't seeing one He lighted CT
gar. II must say that your tact some
times leaves you at fatal moments. The
colonel was almost at the point of get
| ting mad. He wanted to be jollied-and
you did all you could to irritate him.
81 had a perfect right to say what l
pleased to him. How do you suppose he
came to walk into this adventures
trap? A girl of twenty-nine! The hunt
| will be up soon as he makes the an
nouncement and the whole town will join
| the pack
1.-THE town will have to stand it if we
can
Its the loss of his own dignity, it's
| the affront to mothers memory-this
| young thing with her pretty marcelled
to be sacred in this world, and father
ought to remember what our mother
| was-how noble and beautiful"
We'll. we know it. Fanny: she's our
| memory nOw-not his" said Wayne, gen.
| tly; and upon this they were silent for a
| time and Fanny wept softly. When
Wayne spoke again it was in a different
key.
well, father has his nerve to be get
| ting married right on the verge OF a
Day.,o ha ia doing If merely To
| reassure the public, to steady the mar
| ket 50 to speak"
But papa says there will be no panic.
The Star printed a long interview with
be a readjustment of values, that's all;
| he must be right about it.
"Bless you, yes, Fanny. If father says
| there won't be any panic. why, there
won't. What does John say?'
well, John is always cautioning me
| about our expenses" she admitted, rue
fully, so that he laughed at her. But
great heavens. Wayne.' she exclaimed.
| well, what's the matter now!
why he never told us thing about
| her. Who do you suppose introduced
| him to her?"
thrusting his long legs out at comfort
able ease. "can you imagine our 1ather;
dear being worked? He backed off and
| spared for time when you wanted to
marry John. though John belongs to our
old Scotch-Irish Brahman caste. because
| a Blair once owned distillery back In
| the dark ages. and there was no telling
| but the sins Of the rye juice might be
| visited on your children to the third and
fourth generation ii you married John.
And il had craved the colonefs permits
sion to marry some girl in another town
some girl, let us say, that l had met on
| a steamer going to Bermuda-yOu may
| be dead sure he would have put detect
ives on her family and had a careful
| assay made of her moral character
| Trust the colonel. Fanny, for caution In
| such matters! Don't you think for q
minute that he hasn't Investigated Miss
Adelaide Aliens family into it's most OBJ
scure and inaccessible recesses! Our
| father was not born yesterday; our father
| is the great Col. Roger Craighill. a
| prophet honored even on his own MOnOn-
| gahela Father never makes mistakes.
| Fanny I'm his only mistake. I'M a
| great grief to father. He has frequently
| admitted il. He begs me please not to
| forget that I am his son. l am beyond
any question bad lot ! have raised
no end of hell: l have frequently been
drunk-beastly fighting drunk. And
father will go to his dear pastor and ask
| him to pray for me. and he Will admit
! to old sympathizing friends that m an
| awful disappointment to him. Tnat
the reason he stopped lecturing me long
ago: he doesn't want me to Keep sober;
| when ! get drunk and smash bread
| wa CONS I'm the dewy dawn with my ma
| chine after a night among the ungooiy
| he puts on his martyrs halo ana ASKS
his pastor to plead with God for me-!
wayne. Wayne! What's the mat
| ter with you?"
tie had spoken rapidly and with bit.
terness that utterly COMPOUNDED her' sho
he laughed now mirthlessly.
4 ITS all right, Fanny. I'm rotten