Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-01-26
CHAPTER XVII.
The Only Man in the World Who
Would Believe Him.

The tobacco took the edge from his
desire for food. increased his blood
pressure, and gave rest to his mind
He sat thinking. The story of Moths"
rose up before his mind and he fell to
wondering how 1t ended and what
became OF the beautiful heroine, with
whom he had linked Teresa Countess
Of nsss OF wn wts
whom he had linek himself.
The color of that story had tine
tured all his seaside experiences. Then
Mrs. Henshaw rose up before his
ledger who had flashed through her
life and vanished over the back gar
den wall? And the interview between
her and Hoover--that would have
been well worth seeing. Then the boy
on the bicycle and the screaming in
valid rose before him, and that mad
rush down the slope to the esplan-
AIDE; ii those children with spades
and buckets had not parted as they
did. IL a dog had got In his way. II
He amused himself with pictur-
ing these possibilities and their
results; and then all at once
drowsiness more delightful than any
dream closed on him and he fell
asleep.
It was after dark when he awoke
with the remnant of a moon lighting
the fleld before him. From far away
and borne on the wind from the sea
came faint sound as of n delirious
donkey with brass lungs praying at
band. The Northbourne brass band
playing in the Cliff Gardens above the
moonlit sea. Jones felt to see that ms
cigarettes and matches were safe IN
his pocket, then he started, taking a
line across country. trusting In ProVi-
dence as a guide.
6ometimes he paused and rested on
q gate, listening to the faint and in
discriminate sounds or the night,
through which came occasionally the
barking Of a distant dog like the beat
ing Of q triphammer
1t was perfect summers night,
one of those rare nights that England
alone can produce: there were glow
worms In the hedges and scent of
new-mown hay In the air. Through
the music Of the band had been plot
ted ont by distance. listening intent.
ly he caught the faintest suspicion OF
q whisper continuous. and evidently
the sound of the sea.
An hour later---that IS to say, to-
ward IL orclock--weary with finding
his way out Of fields into fields, into
grassy lanes and around farmhouse
buildings desperate and faint from
hunger, Jones found a road and by
the road q bungalow with a light In
one OF the windows.
A dauntingly respectable looking
bungalow in the midst Of a well laid
out garden.
Jones opened the gate and came up
the path. He was going to demand
food, offer to pay for 1t. If necessary.
and produce gold as an evidence Of
good faith.
He came into the verandah, found
~t,.. ~
struck q match, found the bell, pulled
and pulled 1t. There was no response.
He waited little and then rang
again, with a like result. Then he
came to the lighted window.
1t was a French window, only half
closed, and a half-turned lamp show
ed q comfortably furnished room and
q table laid out for supper.
Two places were set. A cold fowl
intact on dish garnished with par
sley stood side by side with York
ham the worse for wear, a salad, n
roll of cowslip colored butter, q loaf
Sof homemade bread and cheese tuck =
Ga around with a white napkin
made up the rest of the eatables,
while q decanter of claret shone in
willingly by the seat of the carver
There was nothing wanting, or only
fhe invitation.
The fowl supplied that.
Jones pushed the window open and
entered. Half closing It again, he took
his seat at tho table, placing his hat
on the floor beside him. Taking q
aaycreieh from his pocket, he placed