Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-05-03


as it sprawled lazily upon the tawny sands.
The propinquity Of a pretty girl and
lonely young man has founded more than
one story.
You'll be enjoying the game, once you
learn it.
DO you think ever shall?7 asked Thorn
as He bent forward and began tapping the
CLAW with his racket How to run away!
KITTY, as she looked down at his head
~ knew that there were a dozen absurd
wishes in her heart, none of which could pos
sbly ever become facts. He was so different
from the self-assert1ve young men she knew,
with their silly flirtations their inane small
talk, their capacity for Scotch whisky and
long hours. For days she had studied him
as through microscopic lenses. His guile
lessness was real. 1t just simply could not
be! Her ears had deceived her that memoir
able foggy night in London! And yet always
in the dark his voice was that of one of the
two men who had talked near her cab. Who
was heo Not single corner of the veil had
he yet lifted, and here it was, the middle of
August, and, except for the week at Bar
Harbor, she had been with him day by day,
laid she knew not how many traps, over
which he had stepped serenely, warily, or
unconsciously, she could not tell which 1t
made her heart ache; for, manly and simple
as he appeared, honest as he seemed, he was
either a rogue or the dupe Of one, which was
almost as bad But tonight she was deter
mined to learn which he was.
what have you done with the romance
Il have put it away in the bottom of my
trunk. The seventh rejection convinces me
that am not a storyteller." He had des-
perate longing to tell her all, then and there
It was too late. He would be arrested as a
smuggler, turned out of the house as an inn
postor.
Don't give up so easily. There are still
ninety-three other editors waiting to
read it."
II have my doubts Still, it was pleas
ant pastime." He sat back and stared at
the sea. He must go this day! He must in
vent some way of leaving!
Then came the Machiavellian way; only,
he managed as usual to execute it in his
laundering English style. Without warning
he dropped his racket, caught Kitty in his
arms tightly and roughly, kissed her cheek,
rose, and strobe swiftly across the courts
into the villa 1t was done! He could go
now-he knew very well he had to go.
HIS subsequent actions were methodical
: : enough,-a shower, a thorough rub
down, and then into his workaday clothes
lie packed MS UIunk ana nanQ luggage, over
looked nothing that was his, and went down
to the living room, where he knew he would
find Killigrew with the morning papers. He
felt oddly light-headed; but he had no time
to analyze the cause.
GOOD morning, Thomas greeted the
master of the house cordially.
Il am leaving, Mr.. Kiligrew. Will you
be kind enough to let me have the use of the
motor to the station?'
Leaving! What's happened What's
the mattero Young man, what the devils
this about?'
Il am sorry, Sir, but have insulted Miss
Killigrew7
"Insulted Kitty?7 Killigrew sprang up
"Just moment, Sir, warned Thomas.
The tense, short, but powerful figure of
Kitty's father was not at that moment an
agreeable thing to look at; and Thomas
knew that those knotted hands were rising
toward his throat. DO not misinterpret
me, Sir. took Miss Kitty in my arms and
kissed her."
aYou-kissed-Kittye' Killigrew fell
back into his chair, limp. For moment
there had been black murder in his heart
now he wondered whether to weep or laugh
The reaction was too sudden to admit of
coherent thought. you kissed Kitty" he
repeated mechanically.