The sun., 1919-10-26
SYNOPSIS.


of housing accommodations for some OF
his friends. For him the streets Of Neto
York house ono huge family, for he has
come into insimdte contact icith so many
changes Of residence and so many family
secrets that all barriers haze melted
oaody for him He Is IN possession OF a
fs.nd Of fascinating yarns aud has gath
cred about hin, group Of men toho are
cs Interested as he is in the human quail
tty Of the city. The latest addition TO
this group Is Edpin Felloioes, chronicier
of this story, tuhom Arson Fdirchiid met
on Broadtoay car and subsequently
snvited to liue tGith him. In this install
u.ent FelloDos takes leave Of his bachelor
Quarters aud brings into his neU We
another problem for Fdirchild to solue-
a tDrstten request for Feliotces to find
Cu,ii Kent, a relative lost in Neio YORK.
was so enthralled by Cousin Kitty's
account of the misfortunes of Cyril Kent,
this cousin whom l had scarcely known
that 1 sat for a moment staring at the
address, a street that had never heard
Of Then, clutching the small bit OIL
paper safely in my hand went on with
the letter.
Find him, Edwin. If you can," she
wrote. 81 do not fear for him, because
he has been through much. But 1 do
fear for your Aunt Evelyn. She must
have wore of him and soon.
"The young do not know, Edwin. how
terrible 1t is to be old and to love youth
in vain. She loves him, and we must
heal the breach between these two at
least, before your Aunt Evelyn takes this
sorrow with her out of our world.
"She IS coming in now. shortly. and l
count on you TO help US.
'Goodby. dear Edwin, and 1 in
close"
looked at the armlets on the floor.
How perfectly ridiculous to send them In
such a letter! But in Cousin Kitty's
mind there was nothing incongruous in
mixing In with the pl ght of Cyril Kent
the things the family did to me when
was too young to protest.
The sun came out suddenly.
The ashes OF my cremated love letters
began to blow out of the crate and whirl
with ghostly state upon the floor.
The telephone bell rang and / imme-
diately recog nized Mason's voice.
''Hello there" he said, better come
IN this afternoon. Good day for yarns
II II rains again, and we've captured
a few girls for tea. I'll vouch for 'em
because I captured 'em. Chuck your
bag in taxi and come on. Why wait
for moving day?"
So the neckties and a few odds and
ends of apparel were hastily imprsonec
and was ready to move.
pocketed the address of Cyril, real
izing that l was contributing mystery
of NV own to Fairchild's already large
supply.
MY Last Lonely Repast.
And I made haste to have done with
Ia 10
IN a restaurant consumed as / turned
the pages of the Sunday paper, more
on this occasion from habit than inter-
est.
As the taxi skidded precariously
across the wet streets In the direction
OF my new home 1 had something of the
feeling of carefree delight that small
boy has who is about to try out the
possibilities of n new playground.
Already there was something warm
and genial about the new locality. The
personality of Arson Fairchild and the
knowledge of his unfailing understand
ing and hospitality could change even
the forbidding surface of gray stone and
brick walls.
/ tipped the taxi driver recklessly and
took parting view Of myself in the
glass door.
Girls
Well I had thoroughly dismissed old
loves by way of the fireplace, and
was ready to believe that fate nigh.
have something interesting in store for
me. How impossible 1t is to avoid super
stition in connection with such matters
Mason opened the door for me and
bore my bags away in triumph tn the
cubicle In the skies that is to be my
new room.
1 hung up my hat self-consciously
enough and stood about in the hall wait
fn9 60 m
fore the guests.
And then Mason steered me by this
elbow straight into the midst OF the
party.
Fairchild was deeply engaged in con
versation with a young woman who's
face was very earnest and quite beauti
full in its intensity OF expression. Sh,
proved to be Doris Hazleton. of whom
he had spoken to me the day met him
and 1 caught several remarks that haC
reference to the stage.
AZ / have never known any one whC
aspired to becoming a serious artist o
the footlights I was Immediately inter
ested. How delightful to work in LAM
of makebelieve
Fascinated by Dark Haired Girl.
Then there was the blonde and dash
ing Evelyn Sheldon, who had takel
hdSOn "A SHY nltle Jar hndlIt'
thing was twisting her handkerchief II
her lap while Campbell endeavored &
Ills kindest way to set her at her east
And that was Doris Hazletons siste
Frances, who aspired to comedy
Mason whispered to me that she wa
IN overwhelmingly clever mimic when sh
felt like 1t.
Last of all / met curious sort o
girl who had been standing by tn
window all the time. Hope Farrell he
name was, and although l am not OF
dinarily moved to stare at people l cor
family found myself staring at her. Sh
was a dark haired girl like France
Hazleton. but there was no shynes
there. She took my hand in her COZ
and competent one-it was rather larg
for. girl-and looked at me quletl,
She had blue eyes with rather tlgsrist
slow burning lights in them. Her heav
eyebrows were like black smear ahoy
her eyes and her mouth had a cynics
quirk in one corner
l am at times terribly sensitive [
personality, and II seemed to ME tht
hers held me as II in a wise ] sirius
gled free and dropped her hand. but
did not know all afternoon whether
nked her or hated her or was lust
httle-l may as well admit it-afraid ,
Eer. 'N
No one else seemed to stare at h,
as did. " "'
IL seemed TO me that there was a boI,
ness ana secretiyoness about iier Gin