Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-07-28


If | had the most remote idea that YOU had
ever really heard OF my unworthy name. i
deaf mute would have been loquaciouS be-
side me. Nix nom dc plume is not byword
with debutantes. NV dernoniac scheme was
to revel in your discontinue at my unen-
lightened revelation; the rest of my mortifv-
ing exhibit was a pure tribute to Your sup
posed histrionic powers. So you really had
heard of Godfrey Winter. All, well. | am
deservedly punished. | thought that YOU
were doing what is wildly termed throwing
a bluff"
Priscilla raised her head. shaken but I'm
daunted. CLEAN of malice in her bluegreer
eyes. 1T is painful for me to confess It,
Lord Charters, but if you are Godfrey VIM
ter YOU are undeniably my affinity. | fell
irretrievably in love with him at the mature
age of ten"
Fortune favors me- murmured Lord
Charters, and there was caresslng note IN
his supple voice. Il claim his laurels as my
own. What weary years | have spent in
looking for YOU little affinity, going to and
fro on the face of the EARTH"
HOW nicely YOU growl," said Priscilla a
- trifle breathlessly. She felt as might
that unfortunate individual who had chained
the whirlwind. A chained whirlwind, with
YOU at the other end of the chain. is a force
to be reckoned with She had vague mem
oirs of taking her enormous St. Bernard
for walk. and coming to the painful realiza-
ton that he was taking her for run.
I'll roar you as gently as any sucking
dove" quoted the man. what kind gods
introduced you to Godfrey Winter at ten,
little affinity Is that dainty foot Of yours
shod in a blue stocking?"
Don't you know the myth concerning
Boston," parted Priscilla. "All feet go
shod in blue there. But mine is the palest
of blue silks; SO take heart
Il have apparently taken it these many
years ago. Will you take mine? Fair ex-
change
@Robbery.' laughed Priscilla breathlessly.
"You have made bad bargain. Godfrey
Winter has mine.
Render unto Leonard Charters the
things that are Godfrey Winters" said the
man. Il claim my just dues You have
sealed your own warrant
"The coin that bears the head of Leonard
Charters does not ring as that which bears
the head of Godfrey Winter replied Pris-
ella Il render unto Cesar the things that
are Caesars; butt give the devil his due.
~Give it him, then! He asks no more. poor
devil"
He would find it frugal fare said PRS
ella She was mentally out of breath and
badly frightened; but she had a gallant little
soul.
"Do you know what my friends call me?'
asked that compelling voice. Shall | have
Harry back to tell you?'
"You have proved accurate in your state
ments. I'll hear you again.
"They call me Caesar Render unto Caesar
sheer folly, isn't ite'
Il see." she laughed maliciously, @Feni,
pidi viei!"
another cruel thrust-Brutus himself
was more kindly. Is Caesar too ambitious,
little affinity
Caesar is mixing his metaphors. 1t was
not great Julius head that graced the coin
you go clothed in blue from head to
foot" smiled the man. and while the voice
caressed, the mouth Knocked, and the eyes
applauded, "and | swear that it S vastly be-
coming.
But Priscilla's eyes were far away. She
brought them on him abruptly. Lord Char
teris, do you ever tell the trutho'
Il am obliged to admit that there have
been times when have done so by mistake.
But have repented with such vehemence
and fervor that have invariably been alb
solved
NO. said Priscilla critically, II shouldn't
describe you as fagrantly truthful person.
"You are generous. l find telling the
truth like playing with edged tools: it IS
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