The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-03-01

Evie," he said. I'm not exactly a criminal, and they don't take the trouble to run me down as if I'd com mitted forgery or arson. It's only an ordinary summons for assault, you know. and when they find I've bolted they won't take any more troubIe--at least, should think not-don't know much about it Where shall I go? Haven't quite made up my mind Abroad. of course. I should like to go to some place where there's some big game. But don't you worry abou! me; I'm all right
 You will write to me, Rounie ?' she said earnestly.
 "I will if I can" Like most men of his temperament Ronald never used pen and ink unless he was driv- en to them And now I must be off. If you want to write to me, ad- dress GrzyIey's, the army agent, you know
 How did you come? how will you go?" Evelyn asked anxiously
 T walked across the moor from Shelford, and I shall walk back again and catch the, night train there; there are always q lot of people go- ing by that train, and I shan't be no. ticed. But there! we're making more fuss about the business than there is any need for; though I should't like the governor to know that I had been down here; it would only make mat ters worse between us than they are now."
 '.And-and money. Bonnie" 2" she asked. You will want some. I have got a 1ittle." She slid her hand into her pocket. "Oh, I wish it were more, but I've spent nearly all this quarters allowance--'
 ''No. not" he broke in quickly, hold ing her wrist. I've got. enough, I wouldn't take yours. No, no! keen your money in your pocket, Evie. l didn't come for that, but just because I couldn't go away. for goodness knows how long, without saying goodbye. And now I really must be off. Give a kiss Riddle, and for heavens sake don't cry! I'll be back again as soon as this trouble has blown over." He took her in his strong arms and kissed her. and pat ted her back eneouragingly and re- assuringly. Now you run off, and I'll wait here till you've got across the lawn; should like to you safe be- fore start.''
 She clung to him for moment or two, then she started. He went with her to the bend of the narrow path and watched her slight figure till it was lost in the shrubbery. at which point she paused an instant to look back and wave her hand swiftly. Ron- aid returned to the summer-house and sat down for minute or two to finish his cigarette; then he rose lightly, humming again. made his way through the wood in the direc- tion which led him to the moor.
 Dexter Reece waited until the footsteps had died away before ne rose and stealthily made his way back to the house. He had lowered him. self in his own esteem, had played the ignoble part of a spy to little pur- pose; he had discovered nothing of importance, had simply heard Ron- aid Desborough's confession of an or dfnary, commonplace, and somewhat vulgar scrape. He could not at the moment see of what value his knowl- edge of the affair could be to him; but every word he had heard was impressed upon his memory, which was a marvellous one, and he stored it up for future use, if there should be any. At any rate. he, and prob ably he alone, knew that Ronald Des- borough had come down to Thorden secretly, that Evelyn Desborough had stolen out of the house to meet her brother, and the Knowledge might not prove altogether vaIueless.
 Ronald Desborough left the wood and climbed the hill, which led to the moor. The night was fine; the air of early summer was fragrant with the muititudinous scents Of the coaa- tryside; he was young and in per- feet health, and in such conditions trouble weighs very lightly upon the mind or heart-indeed, Ronald had almost forgotten all about his, at any rate for the time, and he climbed the hill with the ease of a man who is un- troubled by nerves, and almost inca pablo of fatigue.
 Presently he reached the top of the rise, and his foot trod the heather of the moor, which stretched before him. wide, unbroken expanse. He