, 1925-02-11

The memories Of both Moya and
Lord Farquhar ven back. as 1t were
In a bound, to a certain night some
months before. when Farquhar, as
Moya's guardian. had talked to the
girl seriously IN the subject of her
apparently growing regard for the ro-.
mantle "hlghwayman," Jack Kilmeny.
1t was a still night, save only for
the rushing waters OF the river. The
lamps of the sky had all been lii and
were cleaning coldly millions Of miles
away. The Swallowed moonlight in
the trees offered a stage set to low
cred lights.
The thoughts Of the girl had drifted
TO speculation about the transplanted
countryman Of hers whose personality
had come to Interest her so greatly.
He had challenged her trust in him
and she had responded with a pledge.
He had not explained a single one Of
the suspicious circumstances against
him. He had not taken her into his
confidence, nor had he In so many
words declared his innocence. She
was glad he had told her nothing. had
demanded her faith IS a matter of
course. II was part Of her pride in
him that she could believe without
evidence. Ali the world would know
he was not guilty after he had shown
his proofs. 1t would. be no test Of
friendship TO stand by him then.
A step sounded on the gravel behind
her and an arm opened to let her hand
slip round the elbow.
MAY l stroll out this dance with you.
Miss Dwight" Lord Farquhar asked
formally. dropping into step with her
Moya and her guardian were kin
dred spirits. They never needed to
explain themselves to each other. Both
knew how to make-believe.
If you've not afraid Of a scandal
at being alone with me SO far from a
chaperon." the girl answered lightly.
He burlesqued a sigh. I'm only
afraid there won't be any. It's the
penalty of age. my dear. L can claim
all sorts of privileges without making
Verinder jealous" r
~"Oh. Verinder." she scoffed.
"Should l have said Kilmeny7" r, he
asked.
"Tll tell you a secret. guardy." whis-
pered Moya gayly. You're a hundred
years younger than either Of them"
II wish my glass told me So"
"Fiddlesticks! Youth is in the
heart. Mr.. Verlnder has never been
young and Captain Kilmeny has for
gotten how to be-"
II fancy Ned would be willing to
learn how again If he had the prope
teacher"
She gave his arm a little squeeze.
You dear old matchmaker"
Heaven Forbid I'm merely inquir-
ing, my dear"
"oh. see-your ln-loco-parentis
duty"
Exactly. So 1t isn't going to be
Ned?"
She looked across the turbid moon
lit river before she answered. II don't
think So"
Nor v%erinder?"
Goodness. not" A little ripple of
laughter flowed from her lips nefore
she added: Hes changed his mind
It's Joyce he wants now"
Farquhar selected a cigar from the
case. HIN! Sure you didn't change
II for him?"
A dimple flashed into her cheeks. ~
may have helped a little. but moi
half MS much as Joyce"
THAT young woman is a born fir.
Lord FarQuhar announced. his heard
and the lower part of his face In the
sudden glow OF the lighted match.
Upon my WORD. ! saw her making
eyes at your highwayman the night
we met him here"
There was a moments silence before
she answered. Anybody could see
that he was interested In her."
at doesn't matter to me who inter.
ests him. but ! can't have any OF my
Turpin." he replied lightly.
She was standing In the shadow. so
that he could not see the dye sweep
into her cheeks.
I'm afraid he Is going to disappoIni
you. He's not a ~highwayman ut nIL."
Ibid he tell you so?"
mo. But | know It,"
Looks to me as II he might make
a good ONT. The fellow Is cool as n
cucumber and afraid Of nothing on
two legs or four"
"You forget he is India's cousin"
mo. I'm remembering that. His
father nae a devil OF a temper and his
mother was us wild as an unbroken
colt when ! met her"
They weren't thieves, were they? T.