Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1925-09-27


waiting for omnibusse5 at the corner
of Marble Arch and Park lane. They
who had been In such haste a mo-
ment before now waited so quietly,
so uneagerly. as though they didn't
care whether they were going home
or not. The stiffness Of Park lane
seemed to Miss Wych very refreshing
after the din Of the painting hosts OF
oxford street. She walked in the
broken shadows of the Park ratings.
And a voice at her shoulder said;
Excuse me! Please excuse me.
say you must excuse me-
MISS WYCH walked on in the
AVA broken shadows of the Park rail-
ings. And her eyes were turned 70
the sun, which did not know 1t was
sinking into Kensington Gardens. for
what else was there to look at? Then
a bird few across Park lane ana sat
on a window sill, and Miss Wych
looked at that.
Please" said the voice at her
shoulder. you see. Miss Wych. 1
must. For / can't bear 1t any more.
honestly. Don't be beastly TO me-
please"
Miss Wych thought: This Is fine
thing, being spoken to by strange
L
tiashy or something, else he wouldn't
dare. What shall do; oh, what shall
7 do? What do women do?'
Look here" said the voice at her
shoulder, II can't keep this UP any
longer. I'm no good at speaking to
people I don't know. Goodbye.
Goodbye" said Miss Wych.
"Oh. you've spoken" cried the voice
at her shoulder.
extraordinary behavior Please go
away
Miss Wych had intended to say that
Jelly, but in point Of fact she said II
very shyly. There was girl VINO
worked with her In the millinery de-
partment of Messrs. Come & Go VINO
said: When don't like q boy JUST
give him the once-over and he's on.
Miss Wych envied that girl. But she
called up her courage and tried 10 give
the stranger the once-over. Inc
stranger. however, did not go on. The
stranger was lean young man with
deep, dark eyes that seemed TO Whlri
With the trouble that was In him.
You see," he said, Its like this,
Miss Wych. / had to meet you some
how. But how? I did not know what
to do. And so did this. Miss Wych,
dear, will you forgive me-"
Miss Wych thought: There are
times when one must placate the devil.
This must be one Of those times
Then Miss Wych discovered a most
extra ordinary thing. She discovered
that she was looking deep into the
strangers dark eyes. She flushed as
red as a tennis court.
This Is terrible" she said bitterly,
Terrible! How dare you speak to
me. Please go away at once"
Il can't" said the young stranger.
81 would II 1 could. But I just can't.
I'm sorry"
Miss Wych thought: He says he's
sorry, the beast"
You are mad" said Miss Wych In
differently. The sun walked In hre
and glory, but the world was dark. the
world was dark, and bold bad men
walked the streets for TO be offensive
to maids. The young stranger, for in
stance, did not go away. He said des-
perately:
IF you will give me just one look
you will see that l don't mean to
offend you"
"That may be So" said Miss Wych
bitterly, but you do"
You only think ! do" protested the
lean young man. That's all 1t is
really"
Then Miss Wych discovered a most
extraordinary thing. She discovered
that she was walking slowly, slowly.
Instantly she walked on quickly.
The lean young man sighed, ON,
DEAR
Miss Wych said breathlessly: Il
don't even know your name! And how
you have got to know mine really
cant imagine. But you don't look
wicked. Please don't go on being
nasty. Please! Won't you go away
now?"
Pamela Wych," the young stranger
whispered, Pamela Wych. Pamela
Wych. Pamela Wych, how was I to
meet you except by daring this? Fur
Their you are my fate. and what sort
of a man would be II l were to leave
i my ia'e III Inc very '''0''' u ''"0'"s
Miss Wych thought; This is get
ting serious"
THAT is all very we'll" she said rea.
sonably, talking about fate and big
things like that. But when you take
II as just behavior you can see as well
as l do that 1t is all wrong. Sir. there
are things one can't do. and this is one
of them, and so you must please go
away at once"
THAT Is the one thing I can't do"
said the young stranger desperately.
You see, although you won't show
me your face, ] can see the tip of your
ear peeping out from your hair, and it
is as red as a rose.
Miss Wych thought: This can't go
on. How would it be II called a
policeman"
ut is red said the profile of Miss
Wych. for shame that man can SO
insult his manhood"
I'm not insulting my manhood.