Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-01-05

must both forget it. When you hear
what / have to tell you tomorrow
you won't bother to remember all
this. No one that counts saw that.
for the cars-I gave the officer SOW
ereign. What have to say Is this
! must have a meeting of the whole
family tomorrow, tomorrow morning
Not about this affair, but about some
thing else. something entirely to do
plain all day---tried to write It out
but couldn't. have to tell you some
thing that will simply knock you all
out OF time"
Suddenly the shifting bundle in the
corner became articulate.
to do TT hate him--oh. Ju-Ju, II
you had not treated me SO last night,
I would never have done 1t, never,
never. never"
II know" he replied, but 1t was
not my fault leaving you like that.
thing tomorrow--when you hear all
you will very likely never speak to
me again--though I am innocent
enough, Lord knows"
Then came Venetia's voice:
This Is new--heaVen knows we
have had disgrace enoush--what else
Is going to fall on us?-Why put 1t
off tn tomorrow-what new thing
have you done?"
Before Jones could reply, the warm
hearted bundle in the corner ceased
shifting and turned on Venetia.
mo matter what he has done, you
are his sister and you have no right
to accuse him
accuse himw cried the outraged
Venetia-
yves, accuse him; you don't say it,
] believe you'd be glad In some wick
ed way if he had done anything really
terrible"
Venetia made noise like the sound
emitted by a choking hen,
Teresa had put her finger on the
spot.
Venetia was not a wicked woman,
she was something nearly as bad, a
righteous woman, one of the ever
judges. The finding out of other peo-
pies sins gave her pleasure.
Before she could reply articulately,
Jones interposed; an idea had sudden
ly entered his practical mind.
Good heavens" said he. what has
become of your luggage?'
II don't know. and / don't care re-
piled the reused one; "let it go with
the rest"
The car drew up.
you will stay with us tonight,
suppose" said Venetia, coldly.
II suppose So" replied the other.
Jones got out.
II will call here tomorrow morning
at o'clock" said he. II want the
whole family present. Then. to the
unfortunate wife of the defunct
Rochester--"Don't worry about what
took place this evening. 1t was all
my fault. You will think differently
about me when you hear all in the
morning.
She sighed and passed up the steps
following Venetia like a woman in a
dream. When the door closed on
them he took the number of the
looked at the name Of the street. 1t
was Curzon street. Then he walked
home.
Come what might, he had done
good evenings work. More than ever
did he feel the charm of this woman,
her loyalty. her power OF honest love.
What a woman. and what a fate!
1t was at this moment. while walk
Ing home to Carlton House terrace,
that the true character Of Rochester
appeared before him in a new and
lurid light.
Up to this Rochester had appeared
to him mad. tricky. irresponsible. but
up to this he had not clearly seen the
viliainy of Rochester. The woman
showed 1t. Rochester had picked UP
a, stranger, because Of the mutual
likeness. and sent him home to play
his part. hoping. no doubt. to have a
CHASTITY hit at his family. What
about his wife? He had either never
thought of her. or he had not cared
And such a wife!
THAT fellow ought to be dug up
and cremated." said Jones to himself
as he opened the door with his latch
key. HE ought. sure. Well. / hope
III cremate his reputation tomor-
row"
Having smoked a cigar. he went up
stairs and to bed
He had been trying to think OF how
he would open the business on the
morrow, of what he would say to
start with--then he gave UP the at
tempt, determining to leave every
thing to the inspiration Of moment