Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-05-27
Come. what's the trouble?- Perhaps l can

Come. what's the trouble? Perhaps l can
advise you-Or Ethys cam
"All trouble. A year and half ago 1
asked her to marry me and she declined.
And what do you think was her reason?
Said l was a boy"
Jack smiled broadly. but when I glared
at him he Immediately grew serious.
well, you're a man now" he said
THAT is as may be-
$50 you'll go in and win her.
'.She stated that her answer was final
No chance"
.'Oh. come. don't look on the dark side. >
Her decision is irrevocable.'' I an
swered. That's why I went to Texas"
$50 that's the explanation, Ell? Ethys
and / wondered what was the cause Of
your sudden exile.
Where are they now, she and her
father?'
Blessed if l can remember" Jack an
swered. ''Off somewhere. Mr.. Moore
wanted quiet TO finish certain diplomatic
matters and Betty went along. Ethys
could give you the name of the spot
It's immateral. If you chance across
him ask about D'Urville.
"Ah. Ill not forget to do that.
But YOU must inquire concerning a
Senior Del Hervalle: that's the title he
uses now.
"Oh, So
We rose from the table and walked to-
gether to the door, where We prepared
to separate. As Jack was turning away
he swung about and caught me by the
lapel of my coat.
whats the name of the place where
you re going?' he demanded.
"Lavouche.'
He stood rejecting. ct seems to me
that Mr.. Moore remarked something
about going to spot where he and your
father used to summer"
'Lavouche that's the place.
Well If I'm not mistaken. you'll find
it's where he and Betty are
Nor ] exclaimed, in dismay.
Yes" retorted he. with grin. And
just the nook. too, to pick up the broken
thread Of your tender romance. A lonely
island i'm the sea. signing boughs, spar
king waves. throbbing hearts
Dumfounded as / was by the intelli-
gence he had given me. | yet had sufi-
Gent presence of mind to halt this stream
of mock sentiment. That's enough for
this time / said. and broke away
He waved a hand after me and called
BE Industrious, throw ON the high speed
come in d winner.
From any one but Maitland ! would
not have tolerated such testing, but the
past had closely knit our friendship and
/ knew that under his veil of airy bad
image he held for me a fine and loyal
sympathy. Nor had l any embarrass-
ment to fear: he was the soul of discre-
ton. But into this matter he could not
see; never at any time had Elizabeth
SHOWN Tor me, now tHdl iOoheu DdCh,
any special affection; always generous
always kind as she was. her feeling had
not gone deeper than friendship. | had
failed to awaken q response in her heart,
that was all.
With this uncheerful consideration en-
gaging my mind 1 proceeded to my
agents office, secured the key of my
closed home and thither bent my steps
For, true to my intention, ! was going
to make an examination of the map
which had acquired from the dead Scot
of Forge. l opened desks and rummaged
draws and ransacked files: I could not
two years before upon returning from
the west l was now unable to recall. 1t
was only when the margin Of time left
for me to catch my train was growing
slender that / finally discovered 1t In q
chest, together with a heap Of miscel-
laneous treasures of youthful days
Thereupon. thrusting it into my bag.
rushed away to catch a cab for the sta
ton.
An hour later 1 sat in my section Of q
Pullman speeding northward from New
York. On my lap lay outspread the map
which had fallen into my hands SO
strangely. and which now, after two
years, was beginning, in my mind, to as
sumo shape and substance as a document
of the highest import. 1t was in size a
sheet perhaps two feet by three OF the
azure tracing paper customarily employed
by draughtsmen for making blue prints.
and was as fresh the day when first
laid eyes upon Ii. Every dot, every stroke
was clear aud fine and perfect-a beauti-
full piece of work, executed with the ex-
actness and delicacy of a copper plate.
A technical drawing, q dry skeleton OF
lanplans Xetr :Mhat hidden p8