Evening star., 1922-03-12

written down when delivered. We
| shall hold a small service of conse-
Grafton. purifying ceremony
Wont it be rather ,hot?" asked
Enid innocently. Il should think the
| Divine Guardians could come
MY dear child.' The swami lifted
his fingertips and rolled his eyes.
What are such material things to
them that guard the Thirty-two
Paths? Still" he added thoughtfully.
''it might be an excellent time to test
the qualities of tnat imperial ice chest.
Yes. At ., you say?"
| !: r
| ENID assented. Outside she climbed
- into the roadster with a muttered
word that bore suspicious resem-
blance TO Damn" and jammed in her
| clutch with unnecessary force.
At the next corner. before she had
| shifted into third, a figure stepped out
| in front of her with upraised hand.
! Enid jammed on the brake. and then
/ recognized Paracefsus Grumbine. The
car halted.
Good morning" said Paracelsus
cheerfully. Are you heading for
| town."
| Il am" she answered rather curtly.
| want a rider
Paracelsus signified that he did. and
| entered the roadster with alacrity.
For six blocks not a word was
! spoken. Enid looked at the road
ahead. vet managed to catch the pro-
/ file of Paracelsus in the corner of her
| eye: and she felt that he was also
| catching her profile. This provoked
| a laugh somewhere inside Of her, and
| when she thought of his name and
his discourse upon the Rosicrucian
mysteries her lips curved in a smile
At the sound of chuckle she
turned swiftly. Paracelsus was also
smiling.
What are you laughing att" de-
manded Enid.
| Excuse me-" he answered. ''I-but
what were you laughing at?"
| "I wasn't laughing" she calmly
stated.
"Oh, Neither was l."
! She gave him look that plainly
said: How dare you lie to me-" Al
| this instant, a car Immediately behind
/
Enid jumped. So did the roadster.
| Paracelsus seized the wheel and guild
ed it to the curb. cutting off the mag
neto as he did SO. The car rolled to a
halt.
! You did that amazingly we'll" said
Enid. Thank you. Mr.. Grumbine?'
| Paracelsus almost blushed.
| "That-that's my nom de plume
he said. MY names Casey"
! Casey Enid turned and met his
twinkling gray eyes. "Why-the
other night"
by the way" said Mr.. Casey hur-
riedly, "how is the swamis book COM
ing ono 1 hear that you are helping
him with his poetry. Do you suppose
could see some of it,"
! Something in his tone-or was it in
his gray eyes-gave Enid subtle
| communication from the Heavenly
] Guides. She inspected him critically.
! what made you stare at me so
rudely the other night? she asked
I curtly.
There were about thirty other
!, women to look at"
! mot to look at" said Mr.. Casey.
Not thirty; twenty seven. I counted
'em. Not women either-females. But
excuse me. Go on"
| What made you stare so?
! well, 1 was wondering" Mr.. Casey
drew a cigarette from his pocket,
thoughtlessly, then thrust it away.
| + x X x
"\NoNDER1NG? What about if you
| w please? And I thought you said
| that Rosi-Rosicrucians had nothing
| to do with tobacco and all such em-
blems Of the-the lower life"
| well, damn it," exploded Mr.. Casey
who was very red of a sudden, Il was
wondering what a girl like you was
doing in a crowd of nuts like that!
Excuse me. Get mad if you want to.
That's the truth! And besides, you
were staring at me like you needed
help
| Enid gasped. then bit her lip.
| oh" she said sweetly. Then
you're not a Rosicrucian at all?
! mo; I'm not" Mr.. Casey's tone was
defiant. "The line of bull l handed
that crowd was learned for the occa-
| sion."
Il was wondering myself" said
Enid. regarding him thoughtfuliy'