Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-01-08
By MEREDITH NICHOLSON

| the sisters. Her cheeks were aglow from
| her sprint on the wheel. The short skirt
| and the shirt waist are the true vesture
of emancipated woman. Cecilia HolliSter,
whose apparel at home had struck me as
| rather formal, seemed this morning quite
| from the pocket of her jacket. removed
her hat and pinned the veil to it. She
kept the hat in her lap, however, and
| went on talking.
| breakfasted in q hurry to have caught
this train"
| mot at all. enjoyed a brief CONVEX
sation with your sister, and after she had
gone your aunt came back and fingered
| for moment.
"She told you. I suppose, that Provi-
dence would look after the servant ques-
| ton"
''She did. just that"
We'll. Providence is hardly equal to
getting enough servants to run that place,
SO I'm going to assist Providence q lit
tle."
You become the vicaress of Provi-
| dence? I admire your spirit"
Its mere self-preservation. Aunt Oc-
| tavia would have me chained to the
kitchen If l didn't do something about
| it."
| She had permitted me to settle with the
conductor. and when I had completed
this transaction I found that she had
drawn from her purse the little silver
booklet about which Miss Octavia had in
CURED so anxiously. She held this close
of the silver backs. on one of which &c.
H." was engraved in neat script. The
subjoined pencil she held poised ready for
use. touching the tip OF it absent-minded-
ly to her tongue. She raised her eyes
with the far-aWay look still in them.
| Can you tell me how to spell AFRO
! woods it one or two w's?''
Zone think the noble lord uses"
She seemed to write the name. and l
saw her counting on her fingers. touching
them lightly on the open page of the
| book.
Then she dropped it into her purse.
which she thrust back carefully into her
pocket She sighed and was silent for a
moment. We were passing a series OF
| huge signs built like a barricade along
| the right of way, and on one OF these /
observed with fresh interest an advertise
ment whose counterpart / had seen often
about New York, but without ever OBJ
serving it attentively. 1t drew laugh
from me now. It represented an infant in
a perambulator. behind which stood the
| ef1gy OF a capped and aprOned nurse. A
legend was inscribed on the board to this
effect:
HUSH. Baby's asleep.
It's HOLLISTER PERAMBULATOR!
IF it's HOLSTER" / remarked as a
second of these few by the window. Its
perfect"
"Oh, those thingsr' she exclaimed.
II wasn't referring to the perambulator
necessarily Anything that's HOLSTER
must be good"
| Were out of the business. except that
Aunt Octavia gets dollar for every one
that's made; but the trust keeps the
name"
| 1.-THE trust could hardly change your
name. You will have to do that your
SELF
you've been talking to Hezekiah.
That's the way people always talk to
her.
ITS certainly not the way I've been
school and I'm disposed to make the most
Of 1t. Our conversation at your aunt
has been SO high up in the air that 1t 8
pleasant to come down to earth and tune
it to the less strenuous note Of TWEEN
tieth-century railway Journey"
THAT. Mr.. Ames, may depend upon the
point Of view
But you will make it yours. won't
you? You see I've always dreamed OF
adventures but since met your aunt in
the Asolando they've been coming little
too fast. There's that ghost business.
Now I'm going to catch that ghost to-
night, IL it's the last thing dor
| well. I'm not the ghost. and neither is
my father, If that's what's in your mind.
Tell me just what you have seen and
heard"
+, gave her the story in detail, and my
recital seemed to amuse her greatly.
self at first, then you thought 1 was the
| spoOk, and now you are not fully per-
| suaded that 1t is not my father. I will
take you into my confidence this far
house last night. He wrote a note asking
me to meet him on the roof and bring
| the foils. That was not unlike him, as
| he is the dearest father in the world, and
as Aunt Octavias. 1 was sure that Aunt
Octavia had retired for the night. SO
changed my dress and carried the foils
up through the trunkroom. had hardly
reached there before my father appeared
! The whole situation-my being there and
all that-has distressed father a great
| deal; SO / let you see me cry a little.
promise never to do it again.
Mirth frightened the eyes she turned
+, upon me now.
You think" she asked. that those
lights couldn't have winked out twice by
themselves while you were on the stair
way"
II am positive of it. And somebody's
being OF some sort-passed me on the
your
But tell you positively it was not
Then 1t might have been your father.
might easily play any manner OF other
tricks. His disappearance after I had
gone down into the house with him was
just as mysterious as the ghost
/ ~ Wd6 AdtuIdI LOT I6tneF not 10 want
you to know how he got in: the motive
for that would be the fact that he is not
supposed to see me or communicate with
me in any way. But you've got to get
! a ghost motif
II think I have one," said
Then all the rest is easy. To whom
does this ghost motif lead your
! II need hardly say; for it must have
| occurred to you that there is one men,
Der of the HOLSTER family we haven't
mentioned In this connection
IT you mean Hezekiah-''
"None other!'
(To be continued tomorrow)