Evening star., 1922-01-29

Il thought l was in time. ! ought to
have told you days ago, but
Tell me now" commanded Hem
ingway.
II know it in a thousand ways" be-
gan Harris. But to convince you,"
he went on. Il need tell you only one
I see I've got to show you. It's kind
est. after all. to cut quick" He lean
ed farther forward, and his voice
dropped. Speaking quickly, he said:
Last summer 1 lived in a bungalow
on the Pearl road. Fearing's house
was next to mine This was before
Mrs. Adair went to live at the agency,
and while she was alone in another
bungalow farther down the road. 1
was i'll that summer: l couldn't sleep.
l used to sit all night on my veranda
and pray for the sun to rise. No one
could see me, but could see the We
randa of Fearing's house and into his
garden. And night after night 1 saw
Mrs. Adair creep out of Fearing's
house, saw him walk with her to the
gate, saw him in the shadow of the
bushes take her in his arms, and saw
them kiss. No one knows that but
you and ]. and" he cried defiantly,
lit is impossible for US to believe i'll
of Polly Adair. And now when every
one here believes they met for the
first time in Zanzibar, when no one
will be surprised if they should
marry, they will go through the cere-
mony again, and live as man and
wife. as they are. as they were before
he fed from American
Hemingway rose. and slowly and
heavily moved toward the door. Il
will not trouble them. any more" he
added. "1'll leave at sunrise on that
boat
In the doorway Hemingway halted
and turned back. Why" he asked
DULY. do you think Fearing is a fu-
gitive? Not that it matters to her,
since she loves him. or that it mat
tiers. to me. Only I want her to have
only the best"
Again the consul moved unhap-
PLY.
Il oughtn't to tell YOU" he pro-
tested, land if 1 do l ought to tell
the State Department and a detective
agency first. They want him, or
man like him." His voice dropped
to a whisper. THE man wanted is
Henry Brownell, cashier of bank
in Waltham, Mass, thirty-five years
of age, smooth-shaven. college-bred,
speaking with a marked New Eng
land accent, and-and with other
marks that fit Fearing like the cover
on a book. They are positive he is
on the coast of Africa. 1 put them
off. 1 wasn't sure"
you've been protecting them,"
said Hemingway.
tT WASN'T sure" reiterated Harris.
"And II were, the Pinkertons
can do their own sleuthing. The
mans living honestly now, anyway,
isn't he?" he demanded. "and she
loves him. Why should punish
her?"
His tone seemed to challenge and
upbraid.
"Good Godw cried the other. I'm
not blaming you! I'd be proud of
the chance to do as much. I asked
because I'd like to go away thinking
she's content, thinking she's happy
With him."
doesn't it look as though she
xere?" Harris protested. "She's fol-
owed him half around the globe. II
she'd been happier away from him
she'd have stayed away from him."
So intent had been the men upon
their talk that neither had ACTED the
passing Of the minutes or that the
mail steamer had distributed her mail
and passengers, and when servant
entered bearing lamps and from the
ohice the consul,s clerk appeared
with a bundle of letters from the
| steamer both were taken by surprise.
$50 later" exclaimed Hemingway.
81 must 60. II, I'm to satl at day
hreak I've little timel'
AS he advanced toward Harris with
his hands soutstretched IN adieS the