Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-02
CHAPTER XV-Continued,

CHAPTER XV-Continued.
He wagged his head in a broken-hearted
manner, and gave vent to depressing
sound. which a brother Scot would have
recognized as q chuckle Of intense amuse-
ment.
To him entered Miss Ursula Harbord.
She wore pince-nez and sage-green cos
tune OF some art fabric-one of the
numerous crimes committed in the name
OF liberty. She was Joan Gaymer's latest
lad; and under her persuasive tutelage
Joan was beginning to learn that the men
who all her life had served her slightest
whim were at once monsters Of duplicity
and brainless idiots: and that. given a
few more fervid and ungrammatical arti-
cles in the New Woman. women would
shortly come to their own and march in
the van OF civilization. and that people
like Ursula Hartford would march in the
van Of the women.
i Pending this glorious destiny, Miss Har
bord acted as unsettler-in-general Of
Joans domestic instincts. and worried
Hugh1e considerably.
She was followed into the room by
Joan: very much the Joan Of last sum-
mer, II we make allowances for the dis
tress1ng appearance presented by young
woman of considerable personal attrac-
cree, for this season at any rate. to OBJ
scure her features under q hat which
looks like an unsuccessful compromise be-
tween waste-paper basket and dish
cover.
We'll. john" she inquired. in her
friendly fashion. have you quite settled
down IN Londonr
Il "Aye, men,
Not missing Scotland ?' continued Joan,
peeling of her white gloves and sitting
down In an armchair.
- letting. to speak Of" sid John:
that you had perhaps left your heart
there"
MA HART? What for would I dae a
thing like that?" inquired the literal Mr..
can dae wioot." he explained. IT'S no
like a rib. Ye fist get the ane. SO We
Gamma afford tao get leavin' 1T ony place"
Miss Gayrner smilingly abandoned the
topic, and in all probability the ghost of
Sydney Smith chuckled.
When are you going to pay us another
visit at Manors?" was Joan's next Ques-
"I'm no sure" said Mr.. Goble. Mr..
Marrable has list given me notice.
"Oh. joint" said Joan, what have you
been doing? Breaking his china?"
drinking his wtneP" suggested Miss
ton Of Hughes. stock Of current litera-
ture.
II doot I'm no gfvin' satisfaction" said
John.
Joan. Was that the reason he gave?'
He said he was givin' up keepin' a
man servant"
Miss Harbord who had been craning her
neck to see something in the street.
turned round sharply.
why? Has he been losing money!
| II couldna say, men," said Mr.. Goble
woodenly. He shared his masters an
81 . 4, IL
That lady shook her head resignedy.
II thought sou she said. Joan,
At this moment Hughie entered and
Miss Harbord's fire was diverted.
''Mr. Marrable. have you got rid Of that
cabman?' she inquired, with turbulence.
.'Rather!" said Hughie. He went like
q lamb
Il didn't notice it." said Hughie. '.He
was quite tractable Apparently you en-
gagged him at Hyde Park terrace and
| stopped at two shops on the way"
/ THAT Is correct
i And you gave him one and threepence
for drive Of over two miles and stop
Of about ten minutes"
! His legal fare. We employed him Tor
exactly half an hour
But did you tell him that you were en-
gaging him by the hour2'
"Of course not, They simply crawl If
you do. You might have known that
wen. it's all right now" interposed
Joan. cheerfully.
''Mr. Marrable." persisted Miss Har
bord, II fear you We're weak with him.
How much did you give him.
Nothing out OF the way" said Hughie,
uneasily. You'll stay to lunch. won't
you? 1 am expecting the Leroys and
I We can all go on to a matinee
Miss Hartford assumed the expression
Of one who is not to be won over by fair
words, and enieavored to catch Miss Gay
mer's eye-an enterprise which failed sig
nally. as the latter lady rose from her
seat and strolled to the window.
Mr. Marrable." began Miss Harbord,
taking up her parable single handed.
| Joan wishes to have chat with you
about money matters"
mo. I don't. Hughe." said Miss Gay
mer. promptly, over her shoulder.
Wei. then deaf" said Miss Hartford,
these things to men far too much as it is.
Joan has an old-fashioned notion she
added, to Hughie that 1t is not quite
nice for girls to know anything about
money matters--hence her reluctance.
However will conduct her case for her"
! Miss Hartford crossed her legs, threw
herself back In her chair in a manner
which demonstrated most conclusively
her contempt for appearances and femi-
nine ideas Of decorum, and began:
Tell me, Mr.. Marrable. what interest
does Joan get on her money!"
| Hughie CAPPED feebly. Half an hour ago
he had put Mr.. Lance Gaymer to the door
for an almost precisely similar question.
But Lance Gaymer was man. and Miss
Hartford, conceal the fact as she might.
was a woman; and Hughes old helpless
ness para lyzed him once more.
THE usual rate Of interest," he said,
Ilamely. is about per cent"
| Ursula Harbord nodded her head, as
who should say. II expected that" and
produced crumpled newspaper from her
mufr.
That" she said, almost indulgently,
reveals your Ignorance of the world, Mr..
Marrable. If you mixed little more in
affairs. and followed some regular occu-
patton, you would have more opportunities
Of discovering things for yourself, and so
be spared the indignity-I suppose you
consider it an indignity?-of having to be
advised by a woman.
The afflicted Hughfe murmured some
thing about it being a pleasure.
Now here" continued Miss Harbord,
Shaping the newspaper as an East End
butcher slaps the last beefsteak at his
Saturday night auction, Il have the re-
port of the half-yearly meeting of the
International Trading Company. Limited,
where a dividend OF . per cent was de-
clared. making a dividend on the whole
year OF IA per cent. Now do you see what
II-what Joan wants?"
"Hughie,'' said Joan. who was making
a tour of inspection of the room, where