Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-06-06

the blurred sky There was no question
but that his father had intended to take
Mrs. Craighill with him; the matter had
been spoken Of several times in his hear
| ing: his father had called the proposed
visit their wedding journey: and when he
left home there had certainly been no
| change in his fathers plans. Nothing
but illness could account for it, as Mrs
Cralghil had been too short time in the
| city to be subject to sudden and impela-
| tive social demands. He pushed a button
and asked the chief clerk what address
his father had left 1t was brought to him
/ on tablet in Col. Craghills own hand
writing: Care Col Winthrop Broderick.
Beacon street. Boston,.
! On the same sheet another address had
been written and scratched out. but it
could be read: Hotel Beverly
! Wayne laid the tablet on the desk be-
fore him and studied it with care for
| moment. then da~ning consciousness
of what had happened caused him to
! strike the table with his clenched hand.
Great Lord. he's ashamed Of her. he
calculated. So loudly that he turned guilt
lily and glanced about to make sure that
he was alone. The situation visualizcd
itself sharply before him. Broderick was
name eloquent of wealth and social dis
tnction. He had known one Of the sons
| OF the house at the Tech The roots of
the Brodericks struck deep into New Eng
land soil. Wayne had often heard his
father call Col. Broderick the ideal Amer
itdD CltlZeH, d f1dINdTu ONefSeeT IlSIl III
the councils of the university; spokesman
for his city on many notable occasions;
author of a history of his regiment. and
patron of arts and letters. The Bostonan
was everything that Col Craighill would
like to be- 1t was utterly incredible that
the Brodericks would invite a man to
their house whose wife was unacceptable;
nor was it a plausible theory that Mrs,
Craighill would. on her own motion. aban-
don a journey that promised plea Sure
I a a tf1-oc on
HANGED by an invitation which in itself
conferred distinction. He had not read
social ambition into Adelaide Craighills
scheme of life; what she had married for.
he had honestly felt. was shelter and
protection: but she was young, and to be
pardoned a degree of social curiosity. She
had shown no disposition to advance her
self adventitiously, but here was her first
opportunity to try her palate upon the
unaccustomed fruits of her new life. AS
he pOndered with a deep frown his
face, he saw the arc of his own oppor-
tunity broaden. His fathers wife had
already turned to him once for sympathy:
and the possibilities of sympathy in such
a situation-the bright line of danger. it's
hazards and penalties-fascinated him as
he dwelt upon the prospect. AS an ano-
dyne to his conscience he dwelt upon the
humiliating plight of his fathers wife,
young. not without her charms and with
right TO the enjoyment of life. put aside
as though she We're troublesome child.
1t was his own chivalry. he assured him
self, that rose in arms to her defense.
He drew the top down upon the dis
order of his desk and was soon whirling
homeward.
Mrs Craishill sat in her upstairs sitting
room. sewing. y wood fire cracked coz
ily about her were the countless trifles
with which a woman invites comfort and
ease. The impression of smartness that
Mrs Craighill always gave was not lack
ing today 1t may be inferred that she
Hac0r2fiNa values The
subdued blue of her gown matched the
wallpaper-or seemed to. Her delicate
features. the soft curve of her cheek, her
fair round arms, free from the elbow, the
careful disposition of her hair, swept high
from her forehead, were items calculated
to charm any eye. She turned her head
tritle. hearing a motor in the driveway
below. ard her hands fell to her lap with
the bit of needlework she was engaged
upon. When the car passed on to the
garage she resumed her work bending
her head SO that her neck presented its
prettiest arch to the open door: She
step drawing near. When his voice sound
ed behind her she did not turn, but held
up one hand. and waved it, calling
careless. familiar hello to his own
He walked to the fire and swung round.
facing her, his hands thrust in his
pockets.
"Well?''
Il didn expect YOU nome IOf Iulcheoii.
How did you leave Philadelphia?
"Oh, | left it with pleasure the usual
way"
Il suppose the amusing Mr.. Wingheld
took good care of you?'
He did. He's an exemplary person
He took me to call on his mothers re!a-
tions-aIl a thousand years old-which Is
hardly what might be called devlish.
She continued to bend with pretty
gravity to her work, while he watched
her amused at the Mains she took to 1E
more the fact that there was anything re-
markab,e in her being in the house; then
he laughed and stood close beside her.
taking one OF her hands She caught ii