The Ordway new era. (Ordway, Colo.) 1902-1927, 1913-01-10
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HORACE
HAZELTINE
CHAPTER I.
The Vanishing Portrait.

old Boston Post Road, between Green
wich and Stamford. gave me a mes
cage from her uncle. That il the
logical beginning Of this story: though
to make everything quite clear from
The start It may be better to marx
back a few months. to the day on
which Evelyn Grayson and first met.
Then, as now. we we're each driving
our own car; she. a great sixty horse
power machine, all glistening pale vel
low. and !, . compact six-cynnoer
racer. of dull dusty gray. But we were
not on any such broad. roomy thor
ouxhfare as the Boston Post Road. On
tho contrary we were short-cutting
through q narrow. rough lane. beset
b. stone walls and Interrupted at In
tervals by a series of sharp and
treacherous angles.
know l shall never forget the mo-
mentary impression l received. Out
Of the golden sunlight, 1t seemed to
me, there had emerged suddenly
tableau Of Queen Titania on a topaz
throne-the fairest Queen Titania i'm
agitation ever conjured-and !. In y1y
mad. painting speed was about to
crash into the gnuzy fabric OF that
dream creation and rend 1t with
brutal. torturing onrush Of relentless.
hard-driven nickel steel / take no
credit to myself for what l did. Voli-
ton was absent. My hands acted on
an impulse above and beyond all tardy
mental guidance. For Just a flashing
instant the gray nose of my car rose
before me. as in strenuous assault 1t
mounted half way to the coping Of
the roadside wall. I felt my seat dart
away from beneath me. was conscious
of my body in swift, unsupported
aerial flight. and then-but 1t Is idle
to attempt to set down the conglom-
crate sensations of that small fraction
Of q second. When l regained con-
sciousness. Queen Titania was kneel-
ing in the dust Of the lane beside me
"a very distressed and anxious Queen
Titania, with wide. startled eyes. and
quiveringly sympathetic nps-and
about us were a half dozen or more
of the vicinal country folk.
Between that meeting in mid-May
and this meeting on the old Boston
Post Road in mid-September. there
had been others. Of course; for Queen
TftAnia, whose everyday name. as
have said, was Evelyn Grayson. was
the niece and ward OF my nearest
neishbor. Mr.. Robert Cameron. a gen.
tleman recently come to reside on
what for a century and more had been
known as the old Townsbury Estate,
extending for quite a mile along the
Connecticut shore of Long Island
Sound in the neighborhood Of Green
wich.
The Intervening four months had
witnessed the gradual growth OF as
near an approach to intimacy between
Cameron and myself as was possible
considering the manner Of man that
Cameron was. By which statement
mean to imply naught to my neigh
boris discredit. He was in all respects
admirable gentleman of education
and culture. widely travelled, Of exalt-
ed ideals and noble principles to which
he gave rigid adherence. Butt was
about to qualify this by describing
him as reserved and taciturn. fear,
though. to give a wrong impression.
He was scarcely that. There were
moments, however. when he was unre-
sponsive, and he was never demonstra-
tive. He had more poise than any
man I know. He allowed you to see
lust 30 much of him. and no more. At
times he was almost stubbornly reti-
cent And yet, in spite Of these quail
tiles, which appeared to be cultivated
rather than Inherent, he gave repeated
oxSHanNn nf q nj Of "a,
pie and kindly and sympathetic as to
command both confidence and affec-
ton.
To the progress Of my intimacy
With Evelyn there had been no such
temperamental impeachment. She was
fearlessly outspoken. with a frankness
born Of unspoiled innocence: barely
SIX weeks having elapsed between her
graduation from the tiny French con-
vent Of Sainte Barbe near Paris and
our perilous encounter in that con-
tracted. treacherous. yet blessed little
Connecticut lane. And she possessed.
moreover. a multiplicity Of addition
al charms. both of person and dispo-
sttion-charms too numerous indeed
to enumerate. and far too sacred to
discuss. From which It may rightly
be inferred that we understood each
other. Evelyn and !, and that we were
already considerably beyond the state
or condition Of mere formal acquaint-
anceship.
It was no Queen Titania who now
came gliding to a stand beside me on
the broad. level. well-oiled highway,
under a double row of arching elms. 1t
was no gossamer fairy, but Hebe. the
Goddess of Youth. with creamy skin
and red lips and a lifting melody of
voice:
What no. Sir Philip! We are well
met!" SD
And then she told me that her Uncle
Robert had telephoned for me. leav-
ing message with my man. bidding
me come to him at my earliest leisure.