Evening star., 1912-11-24


and at his words Angela Give gave little
start, and stared in strange, pale way, al
most as if she remembered her fear in the
| woods.
"Those must be bad words you are say
| ing" reproved Frances Helen, cor Angela
Give would not look straight at you, not
saying anything. That is what she does
when | am naughty"
at was wicked slang" he said, leaning
over to pat the head of the angel-child.
"And sha mt do it again if it disturbs Miss
Give, and l shall be delighted to dine with
your mother"
They drove back under twilight sky.
Sylvester offered to sit with the driver, and
was grateful when Mrs. Beldon assured him
that there was plenty of room in the back.
He sat sidewise where he could see every
expression on Angela's lovely face, as she
leaned back between the two other women,
| turning her head to listen now to one, now
| to the other Sylvester wondered IT he
was perhaps not a writer after all; for he
| felt as if he could make beautiful poem,
expressive of her 1oveliness. But he spoke
very little to her, chatting lightly to Mrs.
Beldon and Mrs. Chester.
lnNCE when they passed another road
- house near New York, Angela, who was
looking out of the window, gave a gasp.
what is it," asked Mrs. Beldon.
"Nothing. just saw someone know"
Sylvester had glanced out at the exclama
ton, and had seen Wallaces car, glowing
scarlet under an arc lamp, Corrigan on the
drivers seat Doubtless Wallace had gone
for more liquor. Mrs. Chester looked out
of the back window.
"Why, that's Will Wallace's carl" she
cried. "I know it because that new man Of
his, Corrigan, is on the seat. Did you hear
from him when you were away, Nettie!"
"Oh, once or twice" returned Mrs. Bel
don.
"He hasn't troubled to call on me-" said
Mrs. Chester; though | knew his mother
so well that she practically left him in my
charge. l am afraid he inherits his fathers
common traits"
said Mrs Beldon indulgently, "and | don't
think Sara Keene is good for him. She is
too flattering and yielding. l never saw a
man vet that her friendship wouldn't spoil;
though she is nice enough herself. Angela,
you are pale. Are you hungry"
Jimmy Sylvester had been watching the
girl Evidently it was surprise to her that
her friends knew Wallace. Sylvester could
not help speculating as to her own acquain-
tance with him.
mo, I'm not hungry, thank you, Mrs.
Beldon," Angela replied.
"Nettie,' please. We've adopted each
other as sisters" Mrs. Beldon explained to
| Sylvester.
Don't you wish sweet Angela Give was
your sister," Frances Helen asked Sylvester
sleepily.
| Most emphatically Sylvester did not. Any
relationship of any sort that he might come
to have with Angela Give he wished to make
for himself, and not be born into. But he
said automatically at would be nice if we
had known each other all our lives"
"You may know me all your life," said
Frances Helen comfortingly. I'll marry
you if you like, when grow up"
will you, Dear?' he asked.
Don't count on it too much, Mrs Bel
don warned him. Frances Helen is of
giving dispositions: she has offered to marry
all the men who call
Better me than you, Nurse says" an
nounced Frances Helen in cryptic tone.
| They fell into a gale of laughter, and then
Mrs. Chester tactfully but firmly led the
conversation into channels where young
Frances Helen could not penetrate. Syl-
vester felt singularly carefree and compe-
tent Despite his handcaps, he was going
to meet whatever life brought him, and he
was poinq to conoueri His spirits rose in