Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-06-07
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JUNE z. 1914


of a millionaire tourist, and it was against
him that he was not motoring; but he APP
peared to be an American. So there was hope
that after all he might have money to spend.
His suit of checked black and gray tweed
was slightly old fashioned, if not shabby,
and hung awkwardly on his thin body He
wore round hat, which Americans call
derby" of size too large for him, so that
it sank low on his head almost touching his
curiously high-set ears, and shadowlng the
bald prominences that should have been eye
brows. His hair was of a bright brown, SO
thick and even that it suggested a wig, and
his black-lashed, light eyes came rather close
together, as if the prominent nose had been
punched in at the bridge to make room for
them. His cheekbones were high, with deep
holows underneath: and there were hollowS
under the eyes as well. as if the man had but
lately recovered from an illness: yet, instead
of being pale, the wasted face was ruddy.
This deep color, contrasting with the thin
ness of the clean-shaved cheeks, and the
pallor of the long, fiat lips, somehow drew
attention and curiosity.
Entering the postoffice, he removed his
hat, and the glossy brown hair looked more
than ever like wig. Jessie and Aggie Mac
GUS details of this incongruous face and
figure, jumped to the conclusion that the
American had been born without hair or
eyebrows, or else that he had become bald
after an illness. There was a man in Por-
tree like that, who wore a wig to hide his
billiard-ball head. He had the same
smooth prominences where eyebrows should
have grown; but he had no lashes and this
person had thick black ones, though they
were singularly short. Both girls wondered
vaguely how old he was, and decided that he
that he might be anywhere between thirty
and fifty Never had they seen man whose
age was SO difficult to guess
AS Aggie had supposed, the first request
\ was for postcards.
81 want those three different views of
Dunulm Castle you've got in your window,
the stranger said. Then, as the cards were
being put into an envelop, he went on, Ism
there a Lord Gorme, or some name OF that
sort, living in the castle now?"
Aggie replied that there was a Lord
Gorme, and looked slightly scandalized that
there could be in any mind doubt as to so
distinguished a name.
Il wanted to know the American con-
tinued, in a sharp yet drawing voice, "be-
cause | think somebody | know is staying
with this Lord Gorme and his family, a man
by the name of George Conway. Can you
tell me if that's soo
Aggie answered that it was indeed $50;
and asked in turn if the gentleman had not
heard of Mr.. Conways accident that morn
ing, which had prevented his marriage with
Lord Gorme's eldest daughter, Lady Annira
Score?
prevented his marriage, did it?' repeated
the stranger, with a queer twinkle OF the
eyes. why, that's a shame! | never ex-
pected to hear such news as that of poor
George Conway. Was it serious acci-
dento"
Aggie fastened to reply according to the
light she had
"Well, that's good thing, anyhow. He
won't die of it, they think?'
ooh, no, Sir, he'll not die, said Aggie, of
whom her elder sister the postmistress send
ing off telegram) could not help being a
little Jealous 1t was SO interesting to be
asked, and to be able to answer, the ques-
lions of one who actually knew Mr..
Conway-not that this person looked a
proper friend for such handsome gentle
man,
you're sure of what you say, are you,
Miss?' the American persisted.
Indeed yes, Sir" Aggie assured him,
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