Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-12-15

Criterion bar. president of the Rag
Tag Club, baronet and detrimental
and all at twenty.three.
going to the silver cigar box and
helping himself. LESS Of that blessed
cane, Hughie-why, Jollops, what ails
ycu?"
He stared at Jones as he lit a cigar.
Jones looked at him.
This was Spencer stark, late cap
tain in his majesty's Black Hussars.
d dresssd and asn Always we'll HAi fsa-ter.
rible. Just as beetles are beetles.
whether dressed in tropical splendor
t-pe, go are detrimentals detrimen-
tails. Jones knew his men.
II boz, your pardon" said he, "did
you mean that name for me.
He rose as he spoke, and crossing to
was wa s Speaking in Jest and ringing for
drinks; they laughed, and Hughie be-
gan TO yell, yell and slash the table
with his cane in time to what he was
Yelling.
unless smashing glasses. making a
noise or tormenting his neighbors.
who had never been really sober for
the space Of some five years, who had
destroyed fine estate and broken
his mothers heart, seemed now en-
deavoring to break his wanghee cane
on the table.
Tho noise was terrific.
The door opened and calves ap-
pchred
Throw that ruffian OUT" said Jones.
"Out with him." cried Hughie.
throwing away his cane at this joke.
Come on, stark, let's shove old Jol-
Ions out Of DOORS"
He advanced to the merry attack,
and Stark. livened up by the other.
closed in, receiving q blow on the
midriff that seated him in the fender.
self caught by firm hand, that had
somehow managed to insert itself be-
tween the back Of his collar and his
neck, gripping the collar.
Choking and growing he was rushed
out Of the room and across the hall to
preceding him. The door was opened
and lie was flung into the street.
The election Of Stark was an easier
matter. The hats and coats were flung
out and the door shut finally.
III either Of those guys comes here
again." said Jones to the acolyte. "call
an oficer-I mean constable"
eyes, my lord"
II wonder how many more people
I will have to ding out of this house.,
s ss he to roe es mn ne aod what
mess that chap Rochester must have
made all round. Bar bummers like
those! Heu!
He ordered the ink to be cleared up.
and then he sent for Mr.. Church. he
was excited.
'Church," said he. 1--WE shot out
two more of that carbon. You know
all the men have been fool enough
to know. II they come here again tell
the servants not to let them In"
But he had another object In SEND
ing for Church. where's my check
book?" he asked.
Church went to the bureau and
opened lower drawer. >.
IT think you placed 1t here, my
lord" He produced 1t.
When he was gone Jones opened inc
book; it was one of COutts. =,
He knew his banker now as wen
as his solicitor. Then he sat down.
and taking Rochester's note from his
pocket began to study the hano"ri'-
He made hundred limitations OF
the signature, and found for the nrst
time in his life that he was not bad
at that sort Of work.
he had been using, put check book
away and looked at the CLOCK; IL
pointed to eleven.
He switched out the lights and left
the room, taxing MS way upstairs.
He felt sure Of being able to find
the bedroom he had left that morn.
ing. and coming along the softly lit
corridor he had no difficulty in locat-
ing 1t. He had half dreaded that the
agile valet in the sleeved jacket
might be there waiting to tuck him
up, but to his relief the room was va
cant.
He shut the door, and going to the
nearest window pulled the blind up
for q moment.
The moon was rising over London.
and casting her light upon the Green
Park. A huge summer moon. The sort
OF moon that conjures UP ideas about
guitars and balconies.
Jones undressed, and putting on the
silk pajamas that were laid out for
him, got into bed, leaving only the
light burning by the bedside.
He tried to recall the details of that
wonderful day, failed utterly, switch
ed out the light and went to sleep.
CHAPTER K.
Lady Plinlimon.
The most curious thing in the whole
Of Jones' extraordinary experiences
was the way in which things affecting
Rochester affected him. The GOODNESS