Evening star., 1921-05-31
Continued from Yesterdays starr
CHAPTER IN.

BOX AT THE ALHAMBRA.
The baroness lowered her lorgnettes
and turned toward Wrayson.
There is man." she remarked. "in
the stalls. who f1nds US apparently
more interesting than the perform
ance. l do not see very we'll even
with my glasses. but l fancy. no. l am
quite sure, that his face is familiar
to me-"
Wray son leaned forward from his
seat in the back of the box and locke d
downward. There was no mstaking
the person indicated by the baroness,
nor was it possible to doubt his OBJ
vious interest in their little party,
Wrayson frowned slightly as he re-
turned his greeting.
"Ah. then. you know him." the ba-
.roness declared. 1T is friend. with
. out doubt"
"He belongs to my club" Wrayson
beg your pardon. l hope that wasn't
my fault"
The baroness had dropped her lorg-
nette on The floor. She stopped in
stantly to discover them. rejecting
almost peremptorily Wrayson aid
When she sat up up again she pushed
her chair a little further back.
1T was my clumsinesS entirely" she
declared. "Ah, it is more restful here.
The lights are little trying in front.
You are wiser than /. my dear Louise.
TO have chosen a seat back there"
She turned toward the girl as she
spoke. and Wrayson fancied that
there was some subtle meaning IN
the swift glance which passed be
tween the two. Almost involuntarily
he leaned forward once more and
looked downward Heneage's inscru-
table face was still upturned in their
direction. There was nothing to be
read there. not even curiosity; AS the
eyes Of the two men met. Heneage
rose and left mis- seat.
You know my friend: perhaps
wrayson remarked. He is rather an
interesting person"
The baroness shrugged her shoul-
ders.
I'VE are cosmopolitans Louise and
l." she remarked. We wander about
SO much that we meet many people
whose names even we do not remem-
Der. Is it not SO. cherie?
Louise assenteG careleSsly. The in
cident appeared to have interested
her but slightly. She alone seemed to
be taking an interest in the perform
ance. which from the first she had
followed closely. More than once
wrayson had fancied that her atten-
avoid conversation.
This ballet" she remarked. 'is
wonderful. 1 don't believe that you
people have seen any OF it-you. espe-
cially. Amy"
The baroness glanced toward the
stage.
My d.ar Louise" she said. you
share one great failing with the ma
jority of your count-y-people. You
cannot do more than one thing at a
time. Now l can watch and talk.
Truly. the dresses are ravishing. Dou-
Get never conceived anything more
delightful than that blend OF green's.
Tell me about your mysterious look
ing friend. Mr.. Wrayson. Is he. too.
an editor?'
Wrayson shook his head.
To tell you the truth" he said, Il
know very little about him"
He is one Of those men who sell
dom talk about themselves. He is
volume of travels A clever fellow.
believe. but possibly without am
bition. At any rate. one never hears
Of his doing anything now"
Perhaps" the baroness remarked,
with her eyes upon the stage, "he
counsel. in more ways than one. He
does not look Ikea man who has no
object in life"
wrayson glanced downwards at the
empty stall.
Very likely" he. admitted care
little difncult isn't it. to do anything
really worth doing. and not be found
iynx-eyed."
Louise leaned a little forward in
And you she remarked. ARE an
editor. Do you feel quite safe. Amy?
Mr. Wrayson may rob US of our most
cherished secrets"
Her eyes challenged his. her lips
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derneath the levity of her remark
he was fully conscious Of the Under
note of serious meaning.
II am not afraid of Mr. Wrayson."
the baroness answered. smiling. My
age and my dressmaker are the only
self and l don't think he is likely
to guess either
And you?" he asked. looking into
her companions eyes:
There are many things" she an
swered in a low tone. which one
keeps to oneself. because condolences
with regard to them are impossible.
And yet
She paused Her eyes seemed to
be following out the mystic design
painted upon her fan.
And YETI" he reminded her under
his breath.
Yet she continued. Elancing
toward the baroness. and lowering
be overhead. there is something
poisonous. ] think, about secrets. To
have them known without disclosing
them would be very often-a great
relief"
He leaned a little toward her
is that challenger" he asked
"if can find out
The color left her face with amaz-
ing suddenness. She drew away
from him quickly. Her whisper was
almost a moan.
NO, for Gods sake. no. she mur-
INJURED II meant nothing. You mus
not think that I was speaking abcu-
myself"
II hoped that you WERE" he an
swered simply.
The baroness turned in her chair
as though anxious to join in the
conversation. At that moment came
aknock at the door of the box. Wray-
son rose and opened it. Heneage
stood there and entered at once. as
though his coming were the most
natural thing in the world.
Thought recognized you." he
remarked. shaking hands with Wray-
son. II believe. too. may be mis-
taken. but i fancy that I have had
de Sturm."
The baroness turned toward him
with smile. Nevertheless, Wray-
son noticed what Seemed to him a
strange thlnG- ne sum fingered
bejeweled hand. which rested upon
the ledge of the box. was trembling
The baroness was disturbed.
AT Brussels. / believe" she re-
marked, inciining her head gra
ciously.
AT Brussels certainly he an.
ewered. bowling low. She turned tc
Louise,
Louise" she said. you must lei
me present Mr.. Heneage-Miss Deve.
ney. Mr. HenaEe has a cousin. be