Evening star., 1924-03-07
from Yesterdays star2
CHAPTER ~.
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when Paouita, smiling ana ooeoi-
ant had gone away with the nurse
A. whom she was suddenly as aHec-
donate as If they had been sis'ers'
Hextall retreated into ms uin,As
room and looked at the PACK u nv.
hand. It seemed to him trat ne stu'
felt Paouita,s warm lips there. He
vas afraid to meet his own eyes III
the mirror over his mantlepiece. Ana
his hands trembled as he picked up
his favorite pipe and essayed 10
light 1t.
"Good God" he muttered: Am !
xoing to have softening OF the oratn !;
And-rve promised to -heip he'.
He had struck several matches and
thrown them away before he got the
pipe thoroughly going. ana wneh ae
last tho tobacco WAS burning ne oe
came so abstracted that IT was auieik -.
" out again. At that he threw tne
nine aside with q muttered impreca-
tion and went on to bed. ,,. bio
"Paouita," he unused, as he latu MS
head on the pillow. ''Paqufta Is very
beautiful--and very canSeroas, ~
will be we'll when Paqu1ta le'ai hS "
Lynne Court"
But in the meantime Paquita was
close at hand. and he had to see her
at least twice a day. Tn ms neAe
able to discipline and cheertul IN
spirit; 1t was very evident tnat .as
midnight conversation with him had
wrought a change in her outlook on
life. Evidently Of an ingenious ana
impulsive nature, she lost no time III
letting him see that she hailed him
as q friend, and Hextall realized that
ne was being expected to make Sooo
his promise in true and EniGhtiy
fashion. l..
said. not wishing her to anticipate too
much. "You don't know where these
two are. do yop?"
"Oh. yes, ! DO! sne ans"e.eu; ,i
me this morning 1t turns out that
Kesteven teIephoned to Darrell last
evening from Brighton, and Darrell
made an excuse to Fowler s,nsi.i and set o, IN
charge. OF course he said 1t was
business and he'd be back as quickly
as possible, but l know what 1t
means. They'll stay there as long
60 to Lynne Court. and when I re-
turn l shall find the house full OF
the usual set. Never mind! I'm sure
you'll help me-
Hextall left her, feeling that he
easily perform To attempt the ref
ormation and reclamation of d young
man of the Darrell Tress type was a
stiff thing, and at present he saw
no way in which to set about 1t. He
was inclined, being good deal OF
q utilitarian, to take the view of the
lawyers to whom Paquita had ap-
peaied, and from whom she had go,
such scant sympathy. There was
nothing novel or striking about the
case-it was merely the familiar in
stance of the rich young man falling
amongst thieves, with no power OF
detecting their intent. intentions; and nc nc
all these cases there were two pos
sihle developments-Darr Tress
might suddenly sicken Of his surfeit
Of questionable pleasures, pull him.
go under before anybody could work
q reformation in him. But Hextall
knew enough of life to feel assured
that, in any case. kesteven. II he wa:
to suggest, would do a good dea
toward plucking his pigeon before
# escaped him.
AS he was leaving the nat thai
in the hall, and looked meaningly al
you want to speak to 1ne?" asked
Hextall, interpreting the look into
ass,re Word doo or t%o If toa please sir
said Fowler. He led the way into q
small sitting room, evidently sacred
to himself. and closed the door. ITS
about what we saw that night, sir,
he continued. 'I thought I'd better
mention it. because as you're attend
Ing Miss Tress you won't want heI
disturbed
"WeIl?" said Hextall.
you saw that man who put the
money back on the table. sir?" asked
Fowler. THE dark faced fellow with
the bit Of pointed mustache?"
'"I saw him"
He was here last night. ] had q
nice job to get him away. He wanted
Mr. Kesteven. 1t was just after Mr.
Tress went of. I'm afraid there
may be trouble with that man, sir
"How% asked Hextail.
Tile said that Nr. KeEteven per-
auaded him to hand over that money
-Wf1ich ha SNearS he won fAirlY-