The Washington times., 1922-07-16
Meg
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up, staring at the coming light
through the mosquito curtains, her
face pillowed on q tumble Of black
hair, "0n the Road to Mandalay"
running In her head. The silver
mascot had things TO whisper to
her heart.
She awoke late, to the sound Of
a knock at her door. "Come in"
she called sleepily. It was Henry,
In holland coat silk shirt and rid
ing breeches, who entered. and,
pulling aside her curtains, looked
down upon her.
~Morning Megr he said. "You
look topping! I wouldn't let any
body wake you, but It's only half
an hour TO tim now, and you'd
better get up. I've seen Wsrder
this morning, and he's going to
drive over and. fetch you for the
match; 80 you're of my shoulders.
What convenient little sisterp
He laughed, and, sittins down on
the side Of the bed, lighted . ciga-
rette.
Like old times, Henry" she
said, smiling at him.
Better" he answered. "The
old times aren't In the same street
a. this bungalow. We were al
ways 50 cussedly hard up. By the
way, how do you like warderf"
"oh, immensely" she said.
Don't blushr said Henry.
"T'm not. Ny dear boy. ! shall
like everybody; I've come prepared
for it. If you knew the horrid,
money-srubbing tyrannical beasts
Pve truckied to these last FIVE
years! All the men out here are
angels"
Warder came over TO fetch her
after lunch, driving two of his polo
ponies tandem in a smart car. He
drove her on to the ground, took
her to the stand, and introduced
her to the wives Of the two col
onels, and half dozen other wom-
en- before he left her to run TO
the dressing tent.
The women were frankly eriti-
cal, inspecting her clothes, her
beautiful, clear-cut face, and
abundance of black hair, massed
under . large white hat. They
received her kindly, though, and
talked about her popular brother.
and the climate, and horses, and
England very different England
from the grimy spots that had been
home 10 her.
But she was too astuts to show
them that. Revelling. she began
to take ssgrip on thinss. She
even, daringly, veutnred criticism
on the ponies md the game
which she had never seen played
before, either at Ranelagh or Hur-
lingham, nor Mt lesser places-and
her eyes all the time followed War
der's 1.-the figure wheeling about
on q keen little chestnut on the
green level below them.
He managed 10 gknee swiftly
up ut her once or twice rs he
rushed his pony down the wing,
when the ball was monopolized for
q moment or two by . brilliant
centre. In Ave minutes from the
start he scored the first goal senss-
tionally by . swinging shot that
elected a ripple of applause.
She found her heart leaping to
his dash and nerve that seemed to
her eager spirit, standing thus on
the threshold Of the new, sym
bolical Of much greater things be-
hind.
What do you think of Don
Wsfder's game? 2" one of the col
onels' wives was saying In her ear.
She answered without hesits-
tation: "Oh, l like his formw re-
membering to have heard Cock
ney laud a football player In such
terms, and surprising the technical
ity to apply to any sport.
"Let me see," reflected the col
onel's wife, ''he drove you up,
didn't hef Yes, he would. That's
exactly what Don would do; he In
varisbly gets frst innings every
where. I think he h coming to
you now"
Wsrder was threading his way
through the sests, to drop into the
empty one beside Meg Morton.
Al tea presently, which she