Evening star., 1912-11-24

But | had rather" she said slowly. Il
know Mr.. Wallace slightly, and he never
alarmed me before. But | am afraid he was,
as you say, drunk. and-and there was a
reason perhaps, why he felt he had right to
be angry with me.
"She's turned him down-and served him
right" thought Jimmy Sylvester. But |
don't see how anyone could be angry with
such an angel, even if he was drunk as a
boiled owl. | seem to feel distaste for this
man Wallace growing within me-" Aloud he
said "Never mind, don't think of it. I'll
order YOU something to drink,-tea, mean,
you know,-and then We'll go and find your
friends
"Thev were to call for me here, she said,
"and they should be here by this time"
They found her hat, and he liked the way
she was able to put it on straight, without
producing vanity bag and getting out a
dimnutive mirror and preening in it. He
felt sure she was a simple, genuine person,
He noticed that the hat was black, and her
gown too and he wondered if she was in
mourning for anyone, and if SO was that why
there was a sad, far-away look in her blue
eyeso
When they reached the roadhouse they
saw that the tearooms were fairly well filled,
though people were leaving and other people
arriving for early dinner.
"Will you have tea with me?' inquired
Jimmy Sylvester, and again the girl seemed
struck with his crooked, sidewise smile.
ayes, thank you," she said.
"Then, will you order it while | go and
find that man Wallace's chauffeur?" he
asked. "Whatever kind you like, like
"Sha mt wait till you come back?" she
said.
"No I'll be back SO soon the waiter won't
have had time to turn round he replied.
al want YOU to have that tea as soon as you
can. You don't realize perhaps what shock
you've had, and you ought to get yourself
pulled together and refreshed by the time
your friends come"
"You are very kind, Mr.-Mr. Sylvester,
she said, smiling at him gratefully. "Mr.
Wallace's car is scarlet, with black line
| can't tell YOU the make because | don't
know anything about cars. But even if
there are two red cars, there cannot be two
Corrigans.
"Corrigan is the chauffeur, l take it..
"A little, stocky Irishman, with red, red
cheeks, and beard that shows blue against
them, no matter how closely it's shaved, and
green tie with gold harp stuck in it.
"You re feeling better already, he told her
HE went with her into tearoom and spoke
down the steps, and threaded his way among
the line of cars. No scarlet one was in
sight, and, amazed at his continued search
he went to the garage. There indeed was a
scarlet car with line of black; but no CORR
gan.
"I1l bet the scoundrel is drinking some
where! Like master, like man., said Jimmy
Sylvester virtuously.
He heard high pitched voice with soft
brogue singing patriotic dltty abominably
He followed the sound, and found Corrigan
lying in the tonneau of a gray car, gazing
sentimentally at the shadowy sky. Syl
vester felt irritated at the time he had
wasted in looking for the man.
"Here, Corrigan!" he called crisply. you'll
find your employer in the woods, about five
hundred yards from here and something to
the left of the path. He's had a fall and
he'll need some attention. Look sharp now"
Corrigan stared at him with dropped
jaw, the deep red of his cheeks paling a
trihe.
"Gad!" thought Sylvester, as he turned
back to the roadhouse. "He must be pretty
fond of that Wallace brute. to be SO cut up"
1t was not until he had approached the
steps of the roadhouse that another thought
struck him, and, despite his anxiety to get
back to the girl, he stopped short.
"The man acted as if | had startled him,