Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-06-22

did not know each other, now we've ar
ranged for sail, fishing, an excursion
to the lighthouse and an exploration in
the wood, a-wasn't there something else,
Mr.. Harrington?'
Yes, indeed, a clam party a dinner at
the inn and a dance at Stag Lodge
There, that's something like" said she.
with satisfaction. Mr.. Harrington is a
sider Charles Woodwork. the little
you've done to keep us amused and the
much you've neglected to do. With all
the opportunities
I lifted a protesting hand.
Whats the army for, IL not to be the
slaves of beautiful ladies'? We poor civil
ians have not the training In that au-
dacity which is part of the education of
the military. Now I've heard Billy state.
speaking Of young ladies and islands
l paused.
'.Stop, Utter a single word and we be-
come enemies" he said.
..I'll never believe it, anyway Muriel
interjected. land 1t will be a long time.
too before ! forgive You, Charlie. for
your inattention and lack of entertain
ment.''
/ bowed with mock humility.
Seldom or never do I waste any time
in trivial amusements for my friends"
replied. 1T has always been my ambi-
ton to initiate the Caesars and entertain
them upon q grand scale. During all OF
this time, my dear young lady. I've been
preparing something which will afford
you nothing less than an exciting spec
tacle At ? O'Clock this afternoon. in the
village"
Betty, who had been standing by. half
listening half distracted, eprang sud-
denly forward and laid her hand on my
arm.
Charlie, Charlie don't speak SO; it's
dreadful. Andrew came and told me all
early this morning. l can't bear to thinl,
of it!'
Muriel gazed with large eyes.
What is 1t? What has happened?''
she cried.
Hardly l heard her. for Betty's blue
eyes. alarmed, fearful. held mine and my
attention. What is SO sweet in all the
world as the concern of the woman who
loves you? 1 could feel her hand tremble
on my sleeve.
Never fear" said. cheerily. I'm
come out on top Of the heap"
But what is it," Muriel repeated, in
bewilderment: then turning to Billy, said
Mr.. Harrington. II you don't tell me
what all this mystery is. I'll do some
thing desperate"
Harrington was embarrassed: he looked
at me. at the wood. at Muriel
go ahead, Billy l said.
well, the entertainment which Wood
worth has prepared for your delectation.'
he explained. 'is murder investigation
in which he figures as the murderer. Per-
haps. Miss Muriel. l. on my part, shall
later succeed in producing a thriller"
She shot lightning glance of her eyes
at him. Next 1t appeared as il a shower
of tears would follow.
And I've talked so horrid about you
while you were in trouble Oh, forgive
me, Mr.. Woodworth! Why will my tongue
always chatter
Her penitence was genuine I told her
/ liked what she called her Chatter. =
and gradually she was comforted But
for Billy she seemed to retain a spark Of
resentment: he had spoken lightly Of my
trouble and she would forgive neither
herself nor him. l was a noble man, she
said, to bear her gibes when she ratified
on thoughtlessly. but Billy HARRINGTON
to get so far as Billy even when ut
tered In indignation was proceeding ia
mously.
Come. it's a foggy morning. Let's you,
I and the weather weep together" Billy
said. pleasantly.
"You-you awful man." she gasped
Betty drew me a little way on one side.