Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-06-29

SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JUNE 70. Isl
"Then," said Pamela quickly, "then he knew my
father?'
MRS. ASHLEY gave her shoulders an indifferent
A'A shrug, and for moment looked out of the win
dow Il suppose so' she said Then she went on with
the thread of her story Il tried to of you
get the loan of it, with that story about my scatca 1t
pretty thin knew. But those just the things
that work sometimes. Of course you would never have
got it back. I'd have lost it and been awfuly sorry
And that hoped, would be the end of it. 1t
your account than his" she went on, Pamela
shrank away little because knew that if my way
wouldn't work he'd try way of his l managed
to get him to wait until got to Chicago. Of course
the game that we'd get into the crowd around the
bandstand and be pushed about little. And then,
when it was all over you'd discover that you'd been
robbed of your-lucky stone. And LII admit don't
see how you knew. He wouldn't believe you did, But
he was going after you, anyway.
"You persuaded him not to-" Pamela asked.
@This is what got doing it, AS she spoke she
stripped down her long g love from her forearm
Now it Pamela who gasped at the sight of four
vivid, greenish black bruises on the white arm.
Nothing but his fngerprints, the older woans
comment "But was glad you were safely out OF the
way"
Pamelas main interest had been sidetracked little
way back. Now she returned to it. "Was in Borneo
that Mr.. Ashley knew my father?' she asked:
IL suppose l don't know much about it. really.
"Would Mr. Ashley tell me if | asked him-it
y letter gSSe me ADDRESS '''' '0"u "'''' Hill
The only immediate answer Pamela got was short,
rather grim laugh. And then another question. "What
makes you think know where he is?"
"You do know" said Pamela. "Why won't you play
fair with me?"
The older woman turned her fretfully. look
here! What's the use? Why do you want to dig up old
stories? You're engaged to nice boy! He's crazy
about you. Oh I've been on watch. And he's the real
thing. Anybody that. | can, anyway. And.
believe me, know Well then, marry him and go off
to Oklahoma with him. And leave the rest alone.
"Do you mean asked Pamela, shat what Mr. Ash
ley could tell me would be somethng-Id rather not
know"
Il don't know anything about it, | tell you. But
there's one thing do know. I'm old enough to be
your mother, and I've proved up to the hilt that
is, the old saying that what you don't know won't hurt
YOU"
The train had stopped just then at way station.
Opposite their window the platform stood a couple
of young girls with their around each other gig
Cling clash of wits between some local swain and
of the trainmen.
MRS. ASHLEY pointed her moral "Lool at them"
A~A she commanded "What do they know? Their
idea of bliss is the annual Sunday school picnic And
they're happy, aren't they? tell you | know was
like that myself. lived in town not very much
bigger than this. [ haven't been back there since
sneaked onto the train at two o'clock one morning,
years ago than like to count. But the reason
am taking this ridiculous train to New York is just to
get look at the old place from the car window when
we go through, and see if 1 see anybody l used to
know"
why did you run away asked Pamela %if you
reminiscent smile bent the older won1ans lips half
cynical half amused II engaged to the prize boy
of the village" she said, "everybody's model. He
trous and thrifty. Sounds rather awful doesn't it, If
I'd married him, wonder Anyhow, was the envy
of the town for awhile. And then a widow got hin-or
rather, her father did for her. In month found was
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