Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-12-01


remarkable tale of the Larrabee and Damon families.
quite unaware of the noisy theater crowd about him;
the talk and laughter he did not hear all. Sylvester
spoke to him gently:
"And what happened next?"
"Simply that for time | sent him money and wrote
him. and he occasionally wrote me, and then nine
months ago. my letters began to come back-and
whether he is dead or alive l don't know
Sylvester drew long breath. Since Larrabee Damon
had disappeared nine months ago, that destroyed
question that rising in him.
HENDERSON threw off his brooding mood and spoke
IL in a brisk tone which did not conceal note of
anxiety and pleading. "Mr. Sylvester a few moments
ago said had plan in my mind. Will you tell me
just where you live and just what your work is?'
al live anywhere nowhere just now, and have
work, returned Sylvester; but
Henderson held up his hand. ~Do not finish that
but until say few words more felt somehow that
you not New Yorker and hoped not that you
had no work, but that it was the kind of work you
could perhaps leave. | think you know what l am
going to say to you.
al am afraid i do" said Sylvester uneasly: "but-"
again the but y said Henderson. a hope, my
good Sir, that you know am a man of some honor.
wouldn't compound felony that mora felony;
but know that my brother wanted to change that will.
| know he wanted his money to come to those of his
own blood. | know now what those gaspng words in
his last illness meant, and what his eyes tried to tell
me at the end 1t IS not as though the young man
Wallace had no money of his 1t isn't if | were
sure Larrabee Damon was really dead"
"But you see, Mr.. Henderson" began Sylvester.
"Let define the proposition, said Henderson
eagerly. "At first l meant to ask you to mpersonate
Larrabee Damon until his twenty-eighth birthday
should have passed, and the girl could be of the
money Already Wallace begins to suspect that he is
dead and that have definite proof of it. All ask you
is to impersOnate the young man and come with me,
until we find him, dead or alive will give you two
thousand dollars month shall ask very little of YOU
just that you be with here just that you talk
enough, say, to convince young Wallace"
Sylvester shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hender-
But while think you morally all right since
you old Larrabee Damon wanted to leave his
I've liking for Wallace; but for that reason don't
want to do him out of what is legally his"
Henderson sighed. "And it would not be easy, |
dare say, to slip into another personality
"Gad! that wouldn't worry me- said Sylvester
grimy. He reflected that on the whole it would be
easier to be Damon than to be Sylvester; for there
of learning the real facts of Damons life
IL dare say hoped for too much" said Henderson.
"Poor Angela Give must give up her chance of the
money, and be governess till she marres penni-
less clerk other"
THE cafe seemed to rise up and spin about Sylvester
in circle. Henderson face grew far away and the
blood beat in his
"Are you referring to Miss Angela Give, who is a
governess to Mrs. Beldon's little gir?" he asked. He
felt that there could be but Angela Give in the
world; but he wished to be treasured.
eyes. Do you know herr asked Henderson,
Every slightly"
"If you knew her as we'll as | do said Hender-
son, "you might think she worth doing little
legal chicanery for, and mind you, | who propose it
lawyer and have always been called honest
man."
"She is matchmaking, said Sylvester quietly
fright here | sign articles with you, Mr.. Henderson
If that money is not Larrabee Damons, it shall be