Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-09-08

But Rice possessed excellent hearing, and
he certainly caught something like NUT
tered obiurgation from his employer when
the letter had been peruscd.
"Ascertain the first train that leaves
here" came the imperative command, and
by the time Rice was back with the informa-
ton his master had letter written and
sealed.
There's no train until late this afternoon,
Sir; but we can take the ferry to Newport
any time. It's only short drive to
avery WE'LL we'll go as quickly as we can.
Order some luncheon sent here. Get my
bill. Ring for boy
Rice, above all else we'll trained servant,
obeyed in silence A bellboy came.
"Do you know Mrs. Elstead's room?'
asked Waverton, and the boy confided to his
particular friend afterward that his eyes
went through him like gimlcts. "Very well,
take this note to the lady. There is no
answer"
aWhat address shall put on the baggage
labels, Mr.. Claude?" inquired Rice ten min
utes later.
He passed without comment the mac
cessible place mentioned in monosyllable.
Waverton laughed with the vexed air of a
man who was being unnecessarily worried.
ooh, don't know. Well decide at New
port. No, we'll 60 on to Providence. It's
easier to get away from. Wei pick up the
sea somewhere else on Monday"
A ND so the door of reconciliation was
closed, closed with a bang!
Perhaps this mans hard and unrelenting
heart might have softened had he seen the
white, ear-stained face peering through a
curtained window on the first floor, as the
hotel omnibus took Rice and himself away
at half-past seven.
II told you it was of no avail, Doris, said
Mrs Daunt, as her arm stole round the
weeping woman's shoulders. He IS a down.
right bad lot, and you are well rid of him.
IL was beginning to hope-for Kath
1een's sake was the sobbing answer.
"You dear, impulsive child, you could
never have taken him back! Surely you see
now how mistaken you were in holding out
the olive branch. He is the meanest, most
despicable man on earth today"
And about that moment Claude Waiver
ton, while the motorcar carried him to the
ferry landing, was discussing himself.
"Women are never satisfied" he muir
INJURED. "Now one would have thought that
Doris Waverton was well rid of scampi'
RUT the Narragansett Pier incident did
- not end with woman's simple request
for meeting, sowing to the extraordinary
event" that had taken place that day, and a
mans curt refusal to see her, or, indeed, to
acknowledge anything remarkable in an
action that he would have performed "for
any child in like circumstances. The ex-
cuse for scrawl, Sowing to an accident, }"
was in itself an insult 1t seemed to put her
completely out of his life.
Next morning the Sunday newspapers
glowed with the romance of it all. Society
Sensation Divorced Husbands Gallan-
try"-@Claude G. Waverton Rescues His
Own Child from Drowning headlines
blazed like comets over the land.
In the same journals, often on the same
page, appeared that which dealt with an
other story of the sea, story with very
different ending. 1t read:
The fishing schooner Three Brothers put into
Atlantic City yesterday with the small cutter
Sphinx in tow and on board the latter was the
dead body of a man. subsequently identified as
Herbert w. Kyrle, rch eccentric resident of
Absecon. New Jersey.
The skipper of the Three Brothers reported
that the cutter sighted in the Atlantic
about sixty miles off Cape May. The vessel
was coming up with the wind. and then falling
off in a way that plainly showed she not
under control. Glasses revealed motionless
figure in the cockpit. The schooner ran along
side-and, to the horror of the skipper and the
crew, the derelict's sole occupant was a man
was loosely dashed, and package of cigarettes
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