Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-22

gestion hurt him. and in the nod he
gave there was an air Of GOODNESS
which under ordinary circumstances
would have deferred her from pursu-
Ing this subject further. But the cir
cumstances were not ordinary. and she
allowed herself to say:
Was she so very different from me
In figure, I mean?'
mo. Why do you ask? Shall we not
join your brother on the terrace?"
Not till l have answered the ques-
uon you put me a moment ago. You
wished to know my requirements. one
or the most important you have al
ready filled. You have given your
servants a half holiday, and by SO
doing insured us full liberty of action.
What else need in the attempt 1 pro-
this memorandum" And taking a slip
or paper from her bag, she offered il
to him.
AS he read che watched him. her
myers nerFously clutching her throat.
Can you supply what l asko" she
1altered, as he failed to raise his eyes
or make any move, or even to utter
tne groan she saw was surging up to
his lips VIII you?" she impetuously
urged. as his fingers closed spasmodtc-
ally on the paper. In evidence that he
understood at last the trend of her
daring purpose.
The answer came slowly. but 1T came.
Il VIII, But what"
Her hand rose in . pleading gesture.
DO not ask me, but take Arthur and
myself into the garden and show us
the flowers. Afterward I should like a
glimpse of the sea"
He bowed. and they Joined Arthur.
who already had begun to stroll
through the grounds
violet was seldom at a loss for talk
even at the most critical moments, BUT
she was strangely tongue-tied on this
occasion az was Roger himself. Save
n vat
out by Arthur. the three passed in n
dlsquietfng silence through perrola
after perRola TIL they turned n sharp
corner and came In full view of the
sea.
All" fell in an admirine murnur
from Niolets lips as her eyes ewept the
horizon. Then. as they settled on a
mass OF rock jutttng out from the shore
IN great curve she leaned toward her
host and softly Whispered:
The promontory?"
He nodded, and Violet yentured Nm
farther. but stood for little while
gnzinE at the tumbled rocks Then
with quick look back at the house
she asked him to point out his fathers
window.
He did 70. and MS phe noted how
openly 1t faced the sea, her manner
lost some Of its constraint. Az thew
turned to re-enter the house she
noticed an old man picking flowers
from vine clambering over one end of
the piazza.
who is that?" she asked.
"Our oldest servant. and my fathers
own man." WAS Rogers reply. "He Is
picking my fathers favorite flowers n
few late honeysuckles."
How fortunate. Speak to him, Mr.
tp1ohn. Ask him how your father is
this evening"
Accompany me and ] Will; and do
not be afraid to enter into CONVERSE
ton with him. He is the mfldest OF
creatures and devoted to his patient.
He likes nothing better than to talk
about him."
Violet with a meaning look at her
brother. ran up the steps at Rogers
side. AS she did SO the old man turned
and Violet was astonished at the
wistfulness with which he viewed her
What a dear old creature" she muir
INJURED. See how he stares this way.
You would think he knew me-"
HE is glad to see a woman about
the place. He has felt our isolation
Good evening, Abram. Let this young
lady have a spray of your sweet honey
suckle. And. Abram. before you go.
how is father tonight? Still sitting
up?"
Yes. sir. He is very regular in his
ways. Nine is his hour not a minute
before and not minute later. I don't
have to look at the clock when he