The Washington times., 1917-11-12
PART ONE-CContInued)

IN dear" I said; 81 don't
I'M know him; who is it?" His
v answer seemed to shock and
thrill me, for IL was said as
II he did not know that it was to me,
Nina, to whom he was speaking
1T is the man himself"
The poor dear was evidently terrified
at something-very greatly terrified; !
do believe that II he had not had me
to lean on and to support him he would
have sunk down. He kept staring; a
parcel, and gave II to the lady, who
then drove on. The dark man kept his
eyes fixed on her, and when the car
rage moved up Piccadilly he followed
in the same direction, and hailed han
som. Jonathan kept looking after him,
an said. as IL to himself
COUNT DRACULA MAKES
APPEARANCE IN LONDON.
'I believe It is the Count. but he has
grown young. My God. II this be so !
Oh, my God my God! II only knew
IL only knew" He was distressing
himself so much that feared to keep
his mind on the subject by asking him
any questions. so remained silen:. 1
drew him away quietly, and he, holding
NV arm. came easily. We walked
a little further, and then went In
and sat for a while in the Green
Park. 1t was a hot day for autumn,
and there was a comfortable seat In
q shady place.
After a few minutes staring at
nothing, Jonathan's eyes closed, and
he went quietly into a sleep, with his
head on my shoulder. / thought 1t
was the best thing for him, 50 did not
disturb him. In about twenty minutes
he woke up, and said to me quite
cheerfully:
why, Nina, have been asleep!
Oh, do forgive me for being SO rude.
Come, and we'll have a cup OF tea
somewhere" He had evidently for
gotten all about the dark stranger,
as in his illness he had forgotten all
that this episode had reminded him
OF. I don't like this lapsIng into for
getfulness; It may make or continue
some injury to the brain.
must not ask him, for fear shall
do more harm than good: but l must
somehow learn the facts of his Jour
ney abroad. The time is come, fear.
when I must open that parcel and
know what Is written. Oh, Jonathan.
you will, I know, forgive me II 1 do
wrong, but It Is for your own dear
sake
SAD HOMECOMING
FOR PARTY OF FRIENDS.
Later-A sad Homecoming in every
way-the house empty OF the dear
soul who was SO good TO US; Jonathan
still pale and dizzy under a slight re-
lapse of his maIady; and now a tele-
gram from Van Helsing. whoever he
may be:
You will be Erieved 10 hear that
Mrs. westenra died FIVE days ago. and
that Lucy died the day before yester-
day. They were both buried today"
oh, what a wealth OF sorrow in a
few words! Poor Mrs. Westenra!
Poor Lucy! Gone, gone, never to re-
turn TO US! And poor. poor Arthur.
to have lost such sweetness out OF his
life! God help US all to bear our
troubles.
DR.. Selcard's Diary.
% September-It is all over.
Arthur has gone back to Ring, and
has taken Quincy Morris with him.
w nat Ilne lellOW Is QulnCey! De-
lieve in my heart Of hearts that he
suffered as much about Lucy's death
as any OF us; but he bore himself
through II like a moral Viking. II
America can go on breeding men like
that, she will be a power in tho world,
indeed. Van Helsing is lying down,
having a rest preparatory to his
journey. He goes over to Amsterdam
tonight, but says he returns tomor-
row night: that he only wants TO
make some arrangements which can
only be made personally. He is to
stop with me then, II he can; he says
he has work to do in London which
may take him some time.
Poor old fellow. / fear that the |
strain OF the past week has broken
down even his iron strength. All the |
time OF the burial he was, I could