Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-06-22

well agree on points, so tnat"- He
heard his wife's voice In the OH
the library and broke off abruptly.
"Confound it! The women are COM
ing! Just step into my room with me
and we'll go yer this little matter,
major"
General Crandall held open a small
door at the left of his desk and fol-
lowed Bishop through. Lady CrandaIl
and Jane entered the library almost
at the same time.
This tea of Georges Is preposter-
ous," the lady of Government House
was grumbling. "Said we must have
this man from Egypt here at once"
IF you were English no tea could
be preposterous," Jane countered,
with a brave attempt at lightness. She
felt each passing moment a weight
adding to the suspense of the inevita-
BILE event.
"Well, I'm going to get it through
with just as o o as l cam Lady
Crandall snapped. Then Jaimihr Khan
threw open the double doors and an
nounced, Captain Wood-house, my
lady,
"Show him up" she commanded.
Then In complaint to Jane: Now,
where do you suppose that husband of
mine went? Just like him to suggest
q tea and forget to make an appear
ance."
Captain Woodhouse appeared be-
tween the opened doors In khaki and
trim puttees. He stood very straight
for an instant, his eyes shooting rapid
iy about the room. Lady Crandall hur-
ried forward to greet him, and his mo-
mentary stiffness disappeared. The
girl behind her followed slowly, al
most reluctantly. -Woodhouse grasped
her extended hand.
at was good of you to send the flow
ers," she murmured. The man smiled
appreciation.
"Do you know" he said, latter I
sent them l thought you'd consider me
a bit-prompt."
81 am learning something every day
about Englishmen," Jane managed
to answer, with a ghost of a smile.
Lady Crandall, who had been vainly
ringing for Jaimihr Khan, excused her
self on the necessity Of looking after
the tea things.
II fancy you New Workers suffer
most from newness-newness right out
of the shop" Jane heard the captain
saying. But the old things are the
best. Imagine the monks of a long
ago yesterday toasting themselves be-
fore this ancient fireplace" He waved
toward the massive Gothic mantel
bridging a cavernous% fireplace. An old
chime bell, green with weathering,
hung on a low frame beside the fire.
dogs.
you're mistaken; that's manufac-
tured antiquity" Jane caught him up.
Lady Crandall told me last night that
fireplace is just five years old. One of
the preceding governors hobbies 1t
was"
Woodhouse caught at her answer
with a quick lifting of the brows. He
turned again to feast his eyes on the
girls piquant face, even more alluring
now because of the fleeing color that
left the cheeks with a tea roses cold
ness.
Miss Gerson, something | have done
or said'-the man was laboring after
words-"you are not yourself, and
maybe | am respon"-
She turned from him with a slight
shudder. Her hand was extended In
muta annpa1 for silence. He waited
while his eyes followed the heaving of
her shoulders under the emotion that
was racking her. Suddenly she faced
him again, and words-rushed from her
lips In an abandon of terror:
Captain Woodhouse, I know too
much-about you and why you are
here. oh, more than 1 want tot Ac-
cident-bad luck, believe me, it is not
my seeking that I know you are
a-a"-
He had started forward at her out
burst, and now he stood very close to
her, his gray eyes cold and unchang-
ing.
"Say it-say the word! I'm not
afraid to hear it," he commanded
tensely. She drew back from him q
little wildly, her hands huttering up,
as If to fend him off.
"You-you are In great danger this
minute. You were brought here this