Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-10-13
CHAPTER XIV.

Pamela opened her eyes the next
morning upon a distinctly. pleasing
sight. At the foot Of her bed was an
enormous basket Of pink carnations.
On the counterpart by her side lay
a small cluster Of twelve very beauti-
full dark red Gloire de DIXON roses.
Attached to these latter was note.
when did these flowers Gomez"
Leah?" Pamela asked the maid who
was moving about the room.
"An hour ago, madam" the girl
told her.
Read the name on the card" Pa
mela directed, pointing to the mass
of pink blossoms.
"Mr. Oscar H. Fischer" the girl
read out, with respectful compliments"
HE doesn't know, then" she mur-
INJURED to herself. Get my bath
ready, Leah"
The maid disappeared into the in
ner room. Pamela tore open the note
attached to the roses by her side,
and read it slowly. through:
Dear Miss Van Teyl:
l am so very sorry, but the lunch
con we had half planned for today
must be postponed. I have an urgent
message to go south. to inspect-but
no secrets! It's horribly disappoint-
Ing. I hope we may meet in few
days. Sincerely yours.
JOHN LUTCHEsTER.
Pamela laid down the note, con-
scious of an underlined but distinct
sensation of disappointment. After
up and find ones self in New York. The
sun was pleasant, the little puffs of
> air which came in through the VIM
dow across the park delightful and
exhilarating. yet something had gone
out of the day. Accustomed to self
analysis, she asked herself swiftly
what? 1t was, without a doubt some
thing to do with Lutchester's de-
parture. She tried to face the ques-
tion of her disappointment. Was 1t
possible to feel any real interest in a
man who preferred government post
to the army at such a time. and who
had brought his golf clubs out to
America? Her imagination for a mo-
his apparently uninteresting and yet.
in some respects, contradictory per-
sonality. Was it really her fancy or
had she, every now and then, detected
behind that f1ambOyant manner traces
of something deeper and more serious,
something which seemed to indicate
a life and aims of which nothing ap-
peared upon the surface? She clasped
her knees and sat up in bed, listening
to the sound of the running water in
tuO ACAJ 1ooiii. was IHOio ally Poo-
sible explanation of his opportune ap-
pearance on the night before with
dummy pocketbook and a concocted
story? The cleverest man on earth
could surely never have gagged her
position with Fischer and interviewed
in such a manner at the psychological
moment.
Yet he had done it, she reflected,
gazing thoughtfully at Fischer's gift.
IT, indeed, he knew what was passing
around him to that extent, how much
more knowledge might he not pos
sess? She felt the little silken belt
around her waist. At least there was
no one who could take Sandy Graz
hams secret from her until she chose
to give 1T up. Surprising for mo-
ment that Lutchester was also out
for the great things, was he fooled by
her attitude? If lie knew so much. he
must know that the secret remained
with her. Perhaps, after ALL he was
only philanderer in intrigue.
Pamela bathed and dressed. sent for
her brother, and, to his horror, in
sisted upon an American breakfast.
ITS quite time ] came back to look
after you. Jimmy" she said severely,
as she watched him send away his
grapefruit and gaze helplcssly at his
bacon and eggs. you're going to turn
over q new leaf, young man."
II shan't be sorry" he confessed fer
vently. II tell you, Pamela, when you
have a thing like this hanging over
you, it's hell-some he'll. You Just