The Washington times., 1913-12-22

~ yERARD Fortescue Leyden closed
II the door of his bed room, thrust
IL his hands into his trouser pock-
| cts and looked round the room
| There was a cynical expression in his
| eyes, and, as they passed from the
| cheap washstand with the linoleum
! square at its foot to the high walnut
| wardrobe whose center panel was of
| looking glass, and then, as his gaze
| swept on by way of the carver wood
| cane-bottomed chair in front of the
| closed window to the solid, stuffy wal
nut bedstead on which, although the
weather was hot, there lay an elder
down, his lips took scorrful down.
ward turn.
AS he leaned against the door, pro-
duced an elaborate case and lit up,
after tapping his cigarette on 1t, you
would nave guessed his age as "a. His
over it. But why the cynical expression
at that age? Was it just pose as
suned by a man who. being temper
arily short of money, was cofnpeiled 10
pass his vacation at wnat ne termed
a "second-rate howell?
The expression was not new II was
habitual. Ev invariably throwing sneer-
ing sarcasEls at every astaDiished m
stitutjon he had earned for himself the
nickname of "Disbelieying Jew. But
this charge. 1t was a clean-cut sensi-
tive. intellectual Anglo-Saxon face, Civ
ing the impression Of man or imaS-
ination and responsiveness, man who
should have been affected TO INC inner
most depths of him by The extraordI !.
nary atmosphere of Oxford. Yet oxford
had cast him forth in midcareer as be-
ing no tire son.
He moved from the door and flicked
Oft a fraction of ash from mis- cigarette
80 he mat ion a
ton:
Heavens. what a place"
His shirt cases had been carefully ar
ranged against tie wardrobe b. the one
servant of the little cafe. Leyden tossed
one of them onto th2 he'd and opened "
with quick fingers. Ties, socks and
stockings fell out in tangled heap and
made q many-coiored patch on the
ederdown. He emptied the bag of COL
lars, vests and shirts ami dropped it
into a corner. Little puffs OF smoke
swished round him as he moved to the
wardrobe and began 20 litter the vari-
Gus shelves with anything that came
first to hand.
crossed to the window. moved the
carved chair to one side. and pulled il
vide oucn.
His eyes jumped quickly from point
TO point-the umdSlating green of the
links facing him. with the red and yel-
red-roofed clubhouse with its white
pillared veranda. the sand-dunes plant
ed with rIshes and cut in two by the
WIDE. dusty road, and to the extreme
left, the line of sea as il ran along the
beach in a half-circle to Ambleteuse-a
, little cluster of iumblcd houses guard
ed b,' what appeared to be fort stick
ing up out of the water.
The sun, creeDing rclentleSsly down
into the sea. shed that curiouslv clear
! 4 r9 - o. Ckr
! hour before its final setting when
everything is picked out in greater de
tail than al any other moment of the
day.
But the intensified beauty OF the quiet
scene stirred no emotion in the young
Engishman as he stood smoking at the
bedroom window in the little cafe His
eyes merely noted the general look of
the place and then were drawn irresist-
IDLY to the two girls OH the strip of
grass.
They had grown tired of driving imag-
mary balls and were standing. backs to
the wind. with their heads and hands
very close toSnther. Everard Leyden
and the black head were conspiring
when all at orre 4 film of smoke wafted
out between them.
A delighted. mischievous chuckIe
broke from Marthe. Somehow or other
she had captured two cigarettes and
vast enjoyment. quite unconscious of
the fact that they were being watched.
A group of wnr9lncu Oh the way back
to their homes came trampinG round the
bend in the road one hand Crasping the
bags sluny over their backs. the other
swinging from right 10 lelt in the un-
tidy but covcr-tbe- z rOunG manner pc
cuIiar to tho French CX-sOlGier rustic.
IpytIcn noted with a smile that the two
girls held their cigarettes behind them
q
But 1t was annoying. only seeing their
backs He ratified the window and
cleared his throat.
Marthe swung round instantly, looked
I'D. and muttered something to her com
ranion Jeanne turned also. and they
5ofh eS ed the Englishman with frank
~ I'M crested star. Was he not the only
AnglaiS vet arrived? Had they not seen
his great bag OF clubs? He was their
TroTst rty-that is. one OF them at least,
Tor each was positive that she would
carry for him in the morning.
The caddie- ma ster will give his clubs
to Incr" announced Marthe with an air
Of prophetic certainty.
You think SO? snapped Jeanne. her
competitive instincts reused. Because
your fathers dead you think you can
carry for everybody
Marthe shrugged her shoulders That
doesn't bother Inr. Pehaps NJ. Machn
Chcs., from BouiuCn". will come tOnor-
row You can hH'.' him.
'M.Tcii He lakes - tn every green