Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1912-08-26
CHAPTER v.
a shall 90 tonight"


I'LL called there by a peremptory
summons. Cecil had been talk
ing time by the forelock in anucipa-
tion of Shaw's descent in the morning
and was inclined to jocundlty.
Cecil, what do you think Of Pencil
ope's attitude toward Mr.. Shawn she
asked, turning away from the window
which looked out over the night In the
direction of shaw's place,
'I didn't know she had an attitude, "
replied he, trying to focus his wavering
gaze upon her
"She meets him clandestinely and
she supports him openly. Isn't that an
attitude, or are you too drunk to see
itT
"My dear, remember you are speak
ing of my sister," he said with fine
dignity but little discrimination. "Be-
sides, / am not too drunk. l do see It.
It's demmed annoying attitude. She's
traitor, un'stand me? A trai-to-tor. /
intend to speak to her about it."
at is better that you should do it,"
said his wife. "I am afraid l could not
control my temper"
"Penelopes disgrace-an absolute
disgrace. How many legs did Holder
say shed-she'd brokenY"
"oh, you're disgusting" cried Lady
Evelyn. go to bed! thought could
talk to you tonight, but can't. You
scarcely can stand up"
"Now, Evelyn, you do me injustice.
I'm only holding to this chair to keep
It from moving round the room. See
that? Course en- stan upF' he cried
triumphantly.
81 am utterly dlsgusted with you.
Oh, for a man! A man with real blood
in his veins, man who could do some
thing besides eat and drink at my cost.
pay your debts, clothe you, feed you
house your ungrateful slster-and
what do get In returnl ThisW
Lord Bazelhurst's eyes steadied be-
meath this unexpected assault, his legs
stiffened, his shoulders squared them
selves in a pitful attempt at dignity.
LADY Bazelhurst, you-you"--and
then he collapsed into the chair, burst
ing into maudlln tears. She stood over
by the dressing table and looked pitt
lessly upon the weak creature whose
hiccoughing sobs filled the room. Her
color was high, her breathing heavy.
There came q knock at the door, but
she did not respond. Then the door
opened quietly and Penelope entered
the room, resolutely, fearlessly. Eve
lyn turned her eyes upon the intruder
and stared for moment
"Did you knock?" she asked at last.
"Yes. You did not answer"
wasn't that sufficient"
mot tonight, Evelyn. came to have
It out with you and Cecil. Where is her
"ThereW
"Asleep?" with a look Of amazement
~ hope not should dislike having
to call the servants to carry him to his
room"
81 see. Poor old chapw She went
over and shook him by the shoulder.
He sat up and stared at her blankly
through his drenched eyes. Then, as II
the occasion called for supreme eff
fort, he tried to rise, ashamed that his
sister should have found him in his
present condition. Don't get up, Cecil.
Wait a bit and I'll go to your room
with you"
"What have you to say to me. Pene-
lopez demanded Evelyn. a green light
In her eyes
~ can wait prefer to have Cecil
understand" she said bitterly.
III it's about our affair with Shaw II
won't make any difference whether
Cecil understands or not. Has your
friend asked you to Dlead for himi
Does he expect me to take him up on
your account and have him hereT
~ was jestlng when / said he would
come tomorrow" said Penelope, ignor-
ing the thrust and hurrylng to lfer sub
ject II couldn't go to sleep tonight II
neglected to tell you what think Of
the outrage this morning. You and
Cecil had no right to order Tompklns
to shoot at Mfr. Shaw. He Is not a
trespasser. Some one killed his dog to-
day. When be pursued the coward
second shot was fired at him. He was
wounded. DO you call that fair fight.
ingl Ambushed, shot from behind a
tree. ] don't care what you and Cecil
think about It, Lconsider Il desplcable.
Thank God, Cecil was not really to
blame. 1t Is about the only thing
can say TO my brothers credit"
Lady Bazelburst was staring at her
young sister.ln-law with wide eyes. It
was the FIRST time In all her petted.
vain life that any one had called her
to account. She was at first too deeply
amazed to resent the sharp attack.
penelope Draker' was all she could
say. Then the fury in her soul began
to search for an outlet. "How dare
your How dare your
4 don't mean to hurt you | am