The Washington times., 1922-09-24

Key ana SODA th' tear
Billy, glancing apologetically
round the circle of inquiring faces,
declined the suggestion. His rosy
face was as placid as ever now, his
eyes as serene. Only little pulse
beat now and then in his temples,
sharply, insistently.
He Joined lightly enough in the
gay chatter, drinking his tea and
munching his mullins with frank
enjoyment. Then at last, with a
sigh, he set down his cup and
saucer and went across to Lady
Denning.
T'm afraid I'll have to be 60
ing" he murmured. "Gerry's driv-
ing me as far as the station.
ought really not to have come back
with them. There are SO many
things to see to before join you
tomorrow"
"Of course" Lady Denning rose,
and he turned to where Fancy was
laughing at some story of young
Denning's. She gave him a brief
glance and a careless hand, and
resumed her conversation.
At Lucy Denning's side Fan
shave moved toward the door. At
the same moment a bell pealed
sharply somewhere in the distance.
Lady Denning halted, wrinkling
her brows. Then she glanced back
toward the tea tables.
Brenda Waring, suppose," =" she
said. "She went to town also to-
day. Austin Knowles promised to
bring her back. They're both
staying over the day after to-mor-
row, you know"
She stopped abruptly. A soft
footed servant had answered the
summons. There came a breath of
cold wind, scurry of snow, and
then Mrs. Waring ran forward into
the glow of li"ht.
Lady Denning"
Something in her voice, shrill,
eager, breathlessly excited struck
a silence upon everyone; and
Fancy stirred languidly, looking
back over her shoulder.
Lady Denning, what do you
think-whom do you think | met
tonight at Waterloo? Oh"-still
breathless she came forward into
the freight. Her eyes, flashing
round, dwelt for a moment upon
Billy Fanshawe, then found
Fancy's glance, and held it. And
now it was to TIE girl whom she
spoke.
"Fancy+I don't know how to
tell you-prepare your
She paused dramatically. Some
one had come forward from the
shadows behind her, someone
whom at first glance Billy Fan
shave, blinking a little bewildered-
ly, took to be Bonny Revell, before
he realized that the newcomer was
older, broader and very gaunt.
Lady Denning gave a sudden,
smothered cry, and at the sound
Fancy looked up.
For one long moment she sat
quite still, her eyes fixed, her lips
apart, her whole body tense and
rigid. Then Lucy Denning spoke
her name. B6hny Revell, leaping
to his feet, gripped her arm.
The touch seemed to rouse her.
Still voiceless, and still staring,
she got slowlJ to her feet. An in
slant only she stood, swaying a
little, then her hands flashed out
and she began to move forward,
her wide eyes finding and clinging
in passion of amaze and unbelief
TO those grayer, lighter, keener
ones which yet were SO marvel
ously like her own.
She passed Brenda Waring,
passed Billy Fanshawe, unseeing,
unheeding, until she stood imme-
diately in front of the big, gaunt
figure hesitating against the back
ground of shadows. Slowly she
lifted her hands, stretched them
out until they touched his breast.
Still she did not speak, and Fan
shave, finding the strained,
strange silence grown acutely in
toierable. turned sharply upon
Bonny Revell, standing rigid and
white few PAGES away from him.
What Is it," he demanded.
"Who is it,"