Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-15

wolf, and while he was devouring it they
talked, in broken sentences.
Where have you come fronr-in such a
slater the old woman asked, watching
him with woe in her face.
From hell" he mumbled. hoarsely,
with another devil who seems to have
made the Castle of Loquhariot his home.
too. What's Dove as he calls himself.
doing here, Janet?"
''He came with the Lady Josceline JUS
tice." Mrs. MKiSSock made difficult an
swer.
He came with the Lady Josceline JUS
tice" repeated her brother, mechanically,
and ceased eating for an instant to stare
at her out of blank. disbelieving eyes.
Then he went on with his ravenous feast
and his questioning. Who else is here?
mr.. Slyne, his sister told him, meek
ly, land Mr.. Jobling, her ladyship's Lon
don lawyer. The Duchess of Dawn and
Lord Ingoldsby came across the pass to
call on her ladyship this afternoon. And
there's MIR. Herries. too. i'll in bed, as he's
been since the night of her ladyship's
coming
II know the man Slyne,'' muttered
Parish M'Kissock. 'But-whats Lady
Josceline Justice like?'
He listened attentively to his sister S
brief, fond description, and then pushed
the plates from before him.
Can you give me something to drink
now?' he asked, in strained, unsteady
voice. She brought him bottle of wine
from the cupboard and he swallowed
some, very sparingly. 1t brought a little
color back into his ashen face.
''Ill eat some more in a minute or two
he muttered, and sank back into his chair
and sighed. And there he sat, still and
silent. while the big grandfather's clock
in its corner licked away an eternity of
suspense.
And so it's her.'' he whispered to HIM
self. and looked up at his sister again as
II he had been unaware of her company.
Listen. Janet" said he, then, in a
stronger voice. land I'll tell you some
thing of what l owe Dove.
When 1 had to flee this country, at the
time of Lord ST. Just's death, l took to
the sea for a while. and, knocking about
the world l CHANGED across Dove and his
Ship--the old Fer de Lance it was then.
And I signed on with limit was in San
Thome-for reasons that don't matter
now. But he and L soon fell foul of each
other-for reasons that don't matter,
either-and what dye think he did to get
rid of me. He set me ashore, on the
African coast, alone-to die in the desert
there"
dangerous light was beginning to
burn in his sunken eyes. He had set his
two twitching hands on the table, was
leaning forward.
Butt didn't die, after ALL you see"
he said. Il didn't die then, Janet. I'm
not dead vet.
1T would only weary you to hear all
that happened to me before I came into
my kingdom. For l was as good as a
king there, Janet, and
"No, I'm not mad, though l might well
be after all I've suffered through-him.
1t was q kingdom I'd made for myself
before he came my way again. From
Tripoli to the Sus my word was all but
law. and there was scarcely tribe but
paid me tribute. The Sultan of Morocco
himself would send me presents when l
passed by. I've fought and beaten the
French. time and again. in country they
claim for their own. They knew the Emir
Ell Parish. Janet although you think that
it's raving I am.
"R1lf never mind that. What YOU ii un-