Evening journal., 1922-03-30

nroSaic and snohhish Mabel
In hours OF leisure from his work
church and school outfitters, IN which
Sabre has charge of the publishing de-
partment. Sabre visits his eccentric but
charming neighbors, Mr.. Fargus ana
the Perches': Young Perch and his
Snddenlv another friend appears
MONA She is now Lady Lyoa5; 9a5;,. Saors, ,,eats
Mona and her dashing husband
LORD TYBAR
Lord Tybar's lady, who was
twenty-eight, carried in her counte-
nance and in her hair the pleasing
complement OF her lords tan and
olive hue and OF his cropped black
poil. She was extraordinarily fair.
Her skin was OF the hue and OF the
sheen OF creamy silk, and glowed be-
meath its hue It presented amaz-
ing dehcacy and yet an exquisite
nrmness. children. playing with her
and she delighted in playing with
children (but she was childless),
often asked TO stroke her face. They
would stere at her face In that i'm
rasnssly absorbed way in which chill
aren stare. and then ask 10 touch her
face and Just stroke 81 their baby
nneers we're not more softly silken'
OF her hair Lady Tybar had said fire.
ouentlv. rom her girihood upwards,
that II was "a most siokening null
sance." She bound II tightly as II
10 punish and be nrm with the sick
eninr nuisance that II was 20 her.
Her name was Mona.
}but Of a hundred people who
r Bassed her by quite a considerable
number would have denied that she
was beautiful. Her face was round
and saucv rather than oval and elias
steal rncontestable the striking at
traction Of her complexion and or
her hair; but not beautifui-auite
number would have said and olo
saw. Oh. no: pretty, perhaps, IN
way. but that's all.
But her face was much more than
beautiful TO Sabre.
"
Greetings had been exchanged;
his apologies for his blundering de-
scent upon them laughed at. Lord
Tvbar was saying. We'll, It's a tiger
~ nlace. this Garden Home OF
yours. Sabre"
~Its not mine" said Sabre. "eod
, forbid"
"Ah. you've not got the same
beautiful local patriotism that 1
have. It's one OF my most elegant
qualities, my passionate devotion to
my countryside"
you're a hloated aristocrat and
bloodsucker," Mona told him IN
her clear fine voice. "And you're
living on estates which your brutal
ancestors ravaged from the people.
That's what you are. Tony. I show
od n YOU in the searchlight yester-
Aav And. I say, don't use elegant
that's mine" -
Lord Tvbar. "Bloodsuckerl GOOD
lord. fancy being bloodsueker'
y He looked so genuinely rueful ana
abashed that Sabre laughed; and
then said to Mona, why Is elegant
yours Lady Tybarf'
she made a little poutng motion
at hin, with her lips. "Marko, 1 wish
IN roodness you wouldn't call me
r,adv Tybar. Dash Il, we've called
one another Mona and Marko Tor
about a thousand years, long before
ever knew Tony. And just because
I'm married."
And Sabre" said Lord Tyhar
what the devil does It matter what
bioated robber minds, anyway
That's the way 70 look at me. Sabre
Trample me underfoot, my boy. I'm
pestilent survivor OF the fedora
system. aren't 1. Nona7"
Absolutely. So, Marko, don't h'
completer noodle than you already
are. ..,.- .. ,o,v
Lord Tybar murmured. I'm a
noodle, too. the searchlight says"
He somehow gave Sabre the i'm
pression OF taking an even deepe
enjoyment in the incident betweel
his wife and Sabre than the enjoy
ment he clearly had in his own face
.-siousness. He was slightly turne
his saddle so as to look directl
atvNona. and he listened and inter
poAd. and turned his eyes from he
face to sabre's. and from sabre's {
hers. with his handsome head slight
iv cooked TO one side and with muc
glAming in his eyes; rather as II h
had on some private mock.
Fanta stical notionl What moe
could he have?
well, about my word elegant
Mona was going on, "and why it
mine-weren't you asking?"
sabre said he had. yes, WI
yours?"
''Why. Tony and I get fond OF
word and then we have It for Of
own. whichever Of us It is. and u
It for everything. And elegant
mine just now. I'm dreadfully fol
OF It. It's so-well. elegant; the
you are. you sect"
The marc steadied again. s.
stretched out her neck towards Sab
and quivered her nostrils at hi
sensing him. He put up a hand
4 stroke her beautiful muzzle and s
threw up her head violently a
swerved sharply around.
The mare was wheedled rou
\ again 10 her former position; agaii
her will but somehow as the nj
ural result OF her dancing. Marv
| Gus how she directed her capri'
! into her own intentions and agaii
her own. But Lord Tybar was n