Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1919-10-30

"He will tell you for himself" she
replied evasively. I'VE have given
him the Chaplain's Room. Please go
there and ask him how 1t was. DR..
Philips has been romancing as usual"
The Doctor came up to them while
they spoke and looked foolish enough
at overhearing her words. He Ger.
tainly was poor hand at narrative,
and his incoherent account of the
tragedy had left the Earl with no
other idea than that Of Evelyn's reck-
lessness and the consequences which
had attended it.
IT'S Just like me-" he exclaimed
meekly. always putting my foot In
1t somewhere. And great big fiat
foot too. my dear. What did | tell
him now? said you were returning
from Derby and the horse bolted and
your car ran into a field That's it,
wasn't 1t now? Dear me, how very
foolish!"
Evelyn did not hear him. They had
strolled together down the corridor
and witnessed the Ear, enter the sick
mans room. and now sharp sound
of voices almost In anger came up to
them. On his part. DR.. Philips re-
imained convinced that the Count had
come into Derbyshire to see Evelyn
and that the Earl had some knowledge
of the circumstances. Evelyn's alb
stractcd manner seemed to bear him
out in this ridiculous idea. Pale and
silent and agitated, she waited for
the result of that momentous inter-
view What had the two men to say
: to each other? How much she would
question:
"Your father knows something OF
the Count, / Think" the Doctor ven-
tured at a hazard while they waited.
She answered that she was una
ware of the circumstance.
81 have only seen this man twice
In my life" she exclaimed with grow
ing impatience. IF you are writing
his biography, Doctor really am
worse than useless"
He looked at her amazed. This
man" Surely there was nothing ro-
mantle about that.
Writing his biography. My dear
Lady Evelyn, what an idea! l quite
thought he was an old friend of yours
But everyone we know is an old friend
of ours nowadays" he said somewhat
solemnly. as though grieved that his
;anticipations should thus be disap-
pointed. II know absolutely nothing
of the Count" he went on Except
that he is Roumanian, country, I
believe. In the southeast OF Europe.
with Bucharest for its capital. l re-
member that from my schOOldays.
The Roumanians shoot the Bulgarians
on half-holidays. and the Bulgarians
burn the Roumanians alive after they
have been to church on Sundays. Evi-
IDENTIFY country to which one should
send their relat the elderly ones
who have made their wills satisfac-
torily."
Evelyn was too kind to Iembarrass
him by the declaration that her moth
er had been daughter of the country
he esteemed so lightly. His readi-
ness to apologize upon every occasion
was typical of kindly man who be-
lieved that all the world was ready to
find fault with him. His livelihood
depended upon his recognition of the
fact that Illness itself Is sometimes
little better than vanity-and that
when an obstinate man tells you that
he is an invalid, his pride is hurt If
you tell him that he is not.
"My father spent many years in
Roumania when he was young man."
Evelyn said. in answer to the Doc
tors TRADE "Those are years he
does not often speak of. I can't tell
you why. Doctor. but he dislikes any
one even to remind him that he was
ance an attache at Bucharest, Per-
haps he will not welcome Count Odin
here. l imagine 1t may be So"
I'm quite certain of it." said the
Doctor with dry smile. People
who are glad to see each other do not
talk like that. of course we must not
listen" he added. drawing her away
toward the Long Gallery; 1--WE are not
suppos ed to be present at ALL"
A sound of voices raised almost as
though in anger warned him that this
was no common affair. Every doctor
Is curious, and DR.. Philips had no
merits above the common In this re-
spect He knew that he would narrate
the whole circumstance to the Vica;
later on In the evening. and that two
wise heads would be shaken together
over this amazing discovery For tina
moment he watched Evelyn narrowly
and. perceiving her agitation. found
himself asking how much OF her stor,
was true. Had she. indeed, met this
intruder but once in London; and was
she In ignorance Of the Earl's past. so
far as Roumania had written It? He
doubted the possibility-it seemed to
him prudent, however. not to remain
longer at the Hall.
81 shall run over in the morning.
he said blandly; you can tell me any
thing | ought TO know then. There Is
nothing much the matter with the
man. and a bump may have knocked