Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-12-01
By H. De We're Stacpoole.


understanding was here wanting,
and everything was of the best.
He placed the letters on the table,
opened the cigar box and took from
it a Ramon Alones. A blunt ended
weapon for the destruction Of rhclan-
choly and unrest. six and half
inches long. and costing perhaps half
q croWn-a real Havana cigar. Now
in London there are only four places
where you can obtain q real and per-
feet Havana cigar. That is to say, four
shops. And at those four shops-or
shall we call them emporiums--only
known and trusted customers can find
the sun that shonee on the vuelta
Abajos in such and such Il perfect
year.
The Earl of Rochesters present rep
resentative was finding 1T now, with.
little enough pleasure, however, as he
paced the room preparatory to ringing
the bell. He was approaching the
electric button for this purpose, when
an automobile, as If admitted by a
suddenly opened hall door, checked
his hand. Here was Rochester at last.
lie waited. listening.
He had not long to wait.
The door Of the room suddenly
fast table disclosed herself, She was
dressed for going out, wearing hat
That seemed a yard in diameter, and
a. Feather boa. from which her hem
ike face and neck rose to the CROWN
ing triumph of the hat.
II am going to mother" said she
II am not coming back"
"Gm-um." said Jones.
She paused. Then she came right
In and closed the door behind her.
Standing with her back close to the
door she spoke to Jones.
3 III you cannot see your own con-
duct as others see it, who can make
you? am not referring to the dis
grace of last night, though heaven
4 knows that was bad enough, I am
talking of everything. of your poor
wlte who loves you still. of the estate
you have ruined by your lunatic con-
M ;n; or ,he company you keep. OF the
and now YOU add drink to the rest.
That's new" She paused. f'.
Ehat's new. But warn YOU. your
brain won't stand that. You know
the faint In the family as we'll as l do,
~ mas shewn, itself In your actions.
in Bedlam instead Of tho workhouse.
They call you Mad Rochester; you
know that" She choked. II hava
blushed to be known as your sister
have tried to lceep my place here
and save you. It's ended" She turn
Jones had been making I'M his mind
lie would tell the whole AFFAIR, Thty
Rochester. was a thoroughly bad To-,
evidently. Well he would turn tho
tables on him now.
Look here" sud he. IT am not tn
man you think am"
io%h!" cried the woman
she opened the door, passed out and
shut 1t with snap
well. I'm damned" said Jones for
me second time in connection with
Rochester
Ihe clock OH the mantclpiece point
ed 70 quarter to IL; the faint sound
ar the car had ceased. The lady of
the feather boa had evidently taken
her departure. and the house had re-.
summed its cloisteral silence.
lie waited a moment to mako sure.
men ne Went into the hall, where Il
huge turnkey, n new one, more curl
GUS than the, others. was lou1lginy
near the door.
My hat" said Jones.
The thing hew and returned with
a glossy silk hat. tortoise shell lnn-
died cane and a pair of new snede
gloves of - delicate dove color. Then
It opened the door. and Jones, clan
pins; the hat on his head, walked out.
The bat fitted, by mercy.