Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-12-13
CHAPTER TX
Drawings by Frank Snapp


Il say, Miss Mary one of the boys declared,
those stunning leg breaks of yours-best l
stood up to from girl. Where did you
learn to bowl them?'
AT school, 1 suppose; but they came quite
naturally to me- Mary answered modestly.
But what's the good? l can't get him out"
She moved her head toward the spot where
Jermyn lying at his by SYPHILIS side.
The boy who had spoken first laughed.
why, Sir Jermyns county cricketeri' he
exclaimed in an awed tone. "He made hundred
against Kent only week before last. Get him
out indeed! Why, Fielding and Carr and all of
them were trying they could for two hours
and quarter, and he simply did what he liked
with them!'
(Which reminds me, Jermyn remarked, lifting
his head few inches, when am l going to get
the rest of my innings?"
Whenever Mary replied deliberately, you
ready to bat with one hand and left-handed.
Unless you do that 1 shall not bowl at you
again. 1t puts off to be placed than
to be knocked about
Jermyn sighed. at little unfair he
grumbled. "All through this afternoon l have
had to watch my most cunning deliveries treated
entirely without respect by you, young lady, and
now, when my time for revenge has come
Il made only fifteen, and you in for
quarter of an hour Mary interrupted. "Your
side won, anyway"
Jermyn was looking down the avenue. Far
away in the distance little cloud of dust.
What earth is that?' he exclaimed at
doesn't look large enough for a car
"Motor bicycle, one of the boys replied. isn't
he ripping along too?'
.Jermyn frowned slightly. Il hate the sight of
the things he declared, "and of the fellows who
ride them. They all look though they had
escaped from some other planet
Lakenham had suddenly risen from his prone
position on the grass, and sitting upright. Exc
flush on his cheeks almost purple, and his Torches
was still bathed in Precipitation. ITS my man.
said. Sorry his hobby ofends your esthetic tas
Jernyn; but it's the fellows one weakness. He W
bring that wretched machine along wherever he go
Comes in useful sometimes, though. He's been in
Norwich for today"
ITO Norwich" Jernyn repeated. What on ear
did you want to send him there for?'
Lakenham did not at reply. With some effo
he struggled his feet and brushed the fir needles ro
his white flannel clothes He smiling very slight
to himself; but it smile that did not improve
appearance His eyes seemed to have grown SMALL
to have receded farther into his head. The sensr
of his lips had become cruel one Sybil, W
happened to glance across at him at that mome1
shivered. Was it her fancy, she wondered the
really anything significant in the fact that he look
steadily at her before he replied?
Something wanted, and he offered to fetch for II
He thinks nothing of thirty forty miles that thir
III GO in and have word with him.
Help me up first, Aynesworth,' Lucille ordered
too going into the house. Something is coming.
don't know what it is; but it looks dsagreeable'
Lucille had not been playing cricket. Notwithstan
ing the simplicity of her white lace gown and her lar
picture hat, she seemed somehow by the perfection
her toiet.-its slightly foreign note, perhaps,-to
in degree removed from any knshp with t
Others. She looked as though she had stepped out
wonderful French picture of modern life;
though she belonged, indeed, to artificial wor
whose standards of beauty precise. Ma
watching her curiously.
Isn't she beautiful she whispered to of t
boys.