Evening star., 1922-12-25
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CHAPTER y.

CHAPTER y.
Under the trees that shadowed one
corner of the tennis courts of the ho-
tel couple stood. one was Il young
man Of about twenty-four. in white
flannel trousers and shirt sleeves. who
held tennis racket i'll one hand and
= couple of balls in the other. He
was OF medium height, fresh ana IA If
and bnyish looking.
At his side pansy stood, in short
skirt and blouse ana Panama hat.
We'll. old pal. is there anythinS
doing YETI" he was asking rheeriuiiE'
''rhcrC's nothing doing. Bob. nu'h
1s try
"Anyhow, it's 4 standing order. he
paid.
II knew; and Tn doing my best
she said. II try to 80 to bed every
night V ith your name ON my ups. Out
more frequently I go with Il yawn.
All for the sake of the dear dead
DAYS beyond recall.
(Which ones especially. cameron
when I vas five and YOU were
nine. and we were all the world TO
one another.
In Tn" days Of my. dim and dis
tant' !"Ith | lcarut Il rotten poem
you bet. About some bore "t Il
Scotch king and Il spider. and the
chorus or tn" moral. I've forgotten
which. ran. If at first YOU don't sue
ceed. try again Pcrscverance IansN;
It's q wonderful thing. You'll ma
yourself there in the end.
Pansy smiled Il trjilr wisttuiiy AT
rhe boy she had known all her !lie.
who always gave her nonsense lor
rouscus". and, Incidentally. his heart.
& ~
said, suddenly grave.
Smiling 1T her. he started Juggling
with tw" halls.
$50 the spirit is willing, etc. - he
responded ell. shall <" on hoping
for a triumph of mind over mater,
For some reason ranSE telt IN
tensely sorry for her old playmate.
She caught herself making COM
pariSous and something within her
suddenly whispered that they would
never ho more than friends, some
thing She did not quite realiZe-SOme
chang. that had taken place within
herself since they had parted IN Iene-
rife only a week before.
CHAPTER Nj.
Eaou! Le Breton took Pansy's rid
ole home to solve. He went about II
in his own private sanctum. Seating
verse. with a French nglish diction-
ary. making sure his spelling was
correct Then he set out to find the
solution
He was not long in doing so.
Afterward Ire sat on gazing at the
pansies in the crystal bowl on the
desk. Il tender look on his arrogant
face.
d-rjur li-tIc creat,rre that beau-
fiful English girl frank as the boy
she Looked in her riding suit. with at
fractions beyond those of her sex and
beauty: Il courage that reused his adj
Iniration; a Kindness that moved his
heart: u diSintercstcdneSs sweet as :;
was novel: an ability to touch parts
Of his being no woman had touched
before. and with Il subtle something
about her that brought him an ease
OF *niri5 he ;, rarely r, experienced
AS he brooded on Pansy he forgot
tis vcngeance-that he was only wait
ing in Grand canary until quite GER
tain Sir George Barclay was on his way
TO Gambia.
He thought only OF the velvety-
girl who had answered him so deftly
and laughingly.
The riddle had told him the one
thing he would ask her to do; his two
words. spelt with six letters:
The fact sent lie Breton to the hotel
that evening for an interview with
the verse maker
The place was blaze of light and
a crash of music. In the big patio the
usual bi-weekly dance was taking
place. and a crowd of people disportcd
themselves TO the strains Of a ragtime
band
Ic Breton made n striking figure in
evening clothes, and mere than one
tton lie took no notice of them. All
he wanted was a slim girl with
mop Of short. dancing, golden curls.
The room was so crowded that he
could get no glimpse of his quarry.
although he altered his point of view
several times.
At the end of half an hour he de-
c'ded to take n turn round the
grounds
The garden was soft with moon
light. filled with It misty brightness.
and the palms hung limp and signing
From beyond the wall came the mur-
,nur Of the sea. Syriuga and roses
filled the night with perfume. At one
spot Il fountain sang sweetly to itself
There I.e Breto,i fingered with the
moonlight and the ebonE shadows.
she tropical trees signing lansuor-
Dusly around him.
As he waited there. deep In some
s'everie of his own. the sound OF toot-
eteps reached him. Then, from an
adjacent path, voices talking In Eng
lsh--a mans thick, low. and protest
sne then a girls clear and indignant.
"When did I encourage you" she
asked her voice raised in righteous
anger "Once you brought me cup
of tea didn't want. Twice you mixed
my books and papers with somebody
elses. J was three times your part
ner at bridge, and that wasn't any
fault of mine. ] defy you to mention
moro announcement than that. Go
to your woman with red hair, and
don't talk nonsense to me.
Tho mans voice came again. Then
there was a little cry of anger and
the sound of a struggle.
The girls voice brought LIE Breton
out of his revere. He knew 1t. al
though he could not follow p quarter
of what was said. But the little cry
and subsequent scuffle sent him quick
ly in that direction.
He saw Pansy struggling vainly to
get away from a short. thick-set man
with red face and fishy eyes. who
held her by one bare arm.
lie Breton was not long in covering
Abe distance that lay between himself
and the couple. His coming made
Pansy's prosecutor let go quickly. and
make off The girl had been strug-
Cling with all her might to escape
from his coarse. hot grip. And she
was too intent on getting out OF an
undesirable situation even to notice
that some ones approach was respon-
eible for her sudden freedom.
The force of her struggles sent her
staggering backward. right on lie
Breton His arms went round her.
1e held her pressed against him, his
hand on her heart.
1t seemed to Pansy she had gotten
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