Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-06-07

very little luggage on his car, she explained,
with an odd sort of pride in her protege,
whom she could not bear to see Inundated.
give told him to motor to Portree and see
what can be done for him in hurry
1t seemed to Daura that hours had al
ready passed since she told Mira the news
of Georges accident. Now, free at last, she
went to the door of the Green Dragon room.
DR.. Macdonald was just coming out.
How is your patient?' she whispered.
The doctor shrugged his shoulders. He
is as YOU want him to be-" was the answer.
And as for me, feel crawling worm
"You needn't. If ever you saved life,
you're doing it now. You're sure he's in
no real danger?'
"None whatever The lad toppled over
in faint and hit his head, which prevented
his coming to as soon as he would other
wise"
what about Mira? Is she with him
still?7
mo. l sent her away. Young Angus is
with him. Angus wouldn't make bad
nurse, by the by, if you can fill his place as
footman. We can't have a professional. He
or she would guess what We're up to. Nlras
gone to write kilograms I've soothed her
mind bit She thinks at worst the wedding
may be put off fortnight. What the real
state of affairs is to be, you know better than
l do, my lass
"What do you mean, Dr. John9'
a mean that George Conway might have
got up and gone through the wedding today
without injustice to himself or anyone else,
if it hadn't been for you-and whoever
stands behind you. But in for a penny, in
for pound. I'm obeying your orders, and
asking no questions
George had terrible shock. It's only
right to tell you as much as that" Daura
said.
a can see that without telling 1t must
have been such shock to him as it would be
to me if well, for instance, if | should be
put to sleep in your Black Breton room, and
wake up in the middle of the night face to
face with the secret"
Daura started and a shiver ran through
her She looked at the old man closely. Was
it only by chance that he mentioned the
Black Breton room today9
CHAPTER TX
ALL talk in the village of Score was of the
\ happenings "up at the castle" The
postoffice, which was run in connection with
the one general shop, became great center
of attraction. The postmstreSS had been
in service at Dunulm until her old mother
fell i'll and wanted her at home, and she was
a distant cousin of Hamar NlacFlngon, the
castle piper. Also she was remotely related
to young Angus the footman, who had been
promoted to do nursing duty. 1t was not
strange, therefore, that the posteffice should
be popular place of assembly on the day
that should have seen the wedding of Lady
Annira. There was boom in all the COM
modities obtainable from Miss Jessie Mac
Fingon, and those who bought postcards
wrote and addressed them on the counter.
This gave to some an opportunity of seeing
that a sheaf of kilograms came down from
the castle to be sent off in the morning.
1t was late in the afternoon, however, and
after the first rush was over, that cab
stopped in front of the postoffice to let a
stranger step out. Everyone who saw the
vehicle knew that it was from Portrec; and
travellers seldom arrived in cabs at that
hour. Score was far from Portree, and had
no inn; therefore, if people came late, they
came in motors.
The man who got out at the postofice
spoke to his driver with an accent Score folk
associated with American tourists. He asked
the cabrnan to wait few minutes" Then
he stared into the window, and Miss Mac
Fingon's younger sister Aggie, who could
see the face peering through the glass, ex-
racte1 tn he asked for co1ored postcards of