Evening star., 1923-11-25
BY FRANCES MOVES HART

I from the boat-it's fairly sopped in
1t. Here, catch. The Great One might
fancy 1t; corking souvenir. what?"
Ghundi stared down at the wet white
ball in his clenched fist.
MASTER was told to search"
"And that'll be about all Of that"
remarked the Honorable Tony. An
| ingratiating smile curved the corners
Of his lips. Come on now. cut along
like a nice chap-my heads buzzing
no end, and I'm mad for sleep" The
dark, troubled face was lit suddenly
by a smile, grave and tender and in
dulgent.
where you go" said Ghundi. there
may 1 be to serve you! Farewell,
little master"
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= lights below him. There was a
swift murmur: the light shuttle of
feet: the rustic Of parted leaves-si-
lence. The Honorable Tony whistled
| the opening bars Of where Do We
Go From Here, Boys?" twice over
! with fine accuracy, then showed open
| the bedroom door.
"My word. fairly neat, eh, Daisy:
| Now then. what next?" A whisper
strange and lonely as a dream, an
swered him.
Now then, farewell. Honorable
Tonee.''
Farewell Thinking Of leaving me
| Daisy?"
Yes. Now I am thinkin'-of leav-
| ing you
my poor kid. you'll shiver your
pretty teeth out II you keep up like
this: swear I ought to be drawn and
quartered for humping brute
After all. it isn't as much OF a lark
for you as it is for me. is it? Now
| just what are we going to do about
you?"
"Honable Tonee, eet ees not for me
shiver: eet ees for you. Becaus'
! you do not onnerstan'-becaus' you
lan-becaus' you do not know that
all, all ees end. ask pardon. pardon
that thees I have done to you"
my dear little lunatic. you've done
nothing in the world to me; the
| blighter knows that half of the big
sticks in England are my cousins and
my uncles and my aunts. and they'd
simply chew him up If he administer
ed as much as a scratch to anything
as sacred as a Bolingham hide. No
! the question before the house is
| what about you?"
me? Oh. me, eet ees no mattair
| Me. 1 am through"
Daisy. I'm Just bit afraid you're
! right. You wouldn't consider chuck
ing it?'
How chuckin'?'
you don't think that Manuelc
| would understand If you took the two
| last wives jewels and
"Ah." moaned the little voice in the
darkness, that ees a black an ogly
thing to say. Ne, am no good-but
that you should have nevair say to
me-
MY dear said the Honorable Tony
gently. you're as good as gold, and
| I'm a black hearted scoundrel. Now
! then. I'm off for the other room. I'll
! light the lamp, and give a cracking
| good imitation of an earnest reader
| for the benefit of any callers. In case
| 1t doesn't meet with the proper ap-
| plause. here's the revolver. Not GO
| ing to be lonely. are you? You can
| were in the room. Moreover, I'm
| leaving a lady to take care of you
| "a ladee?"
"The Duchess Of Bolingham. Feel
this little black frame? Well, she's
in there-my mother. Daisy; her frs,
name is Biddy. / think she's going to
want you to call her by her first
| name"
But she ees daid, your mother?'
Dead? That's the most idiotic de-
scription Of Biddy; however. there
may be something in what you say
| Now. then. quite all right? Sure;
Goodbye. little Daisy"
"Honable Tonee." He had to bend
his head to catch that faint and wa
vering whisper.
"Honable Tonee. not that I an
ees so black an still, would you be
SO VARY kin to kiss me goodbye.
IManuelo-Manuelo, he would onner.
stan. You do not think that ladee
| would be angery?"
The Honorable Tony bent his bright
head to the dark one, and laid his gay
lips swiftly and surely on the small
painted mouth.
THAT lady would be terrible il
anger IL didn't. All right now, little
thing? Goodnight then-Biddy, yor
look after her: show her all the pret-
tiest places up there-mind the two OF
you keep out of mischief! Slip the
| bolt behind me, Daisy"
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lVXTITH a last touch on her hair, he
W was gone. He pulled the door te
behind him noiselessly, and stood
leaning against it for a moment with
bowed head. Silence faint pattei
of feet-the heavy grating of the bolt
driven home. He raised his head.
- Good girl!' said the Honorable
Tony.
He swung across to the table. fel,
| for the matches, and lit the lamp. A
little wind passed through the quie,
room, bringing a distant murmur OF
| voices, and far Off footsteps coming
nearer. The flame In the lamp flick
cred and burned brighter. and the
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