Evening star., 1925-03-17
Continued from Yesterdays Starr

Henry experienced cold dread of
what his mother would say next She
had talked so much and thought so in
cessantly of Luttrell Marches. Lat
terly she had been so sure of Henry s
ownership. and so proud of it. What
would she say now-as she dropped
her hands from her face and gaZed
with streaming eyes at Anthony, who
regarded her quizzically?
Tony, you're so dreadfully changed.
That fearful scar-oh. my dear where
have you been all this time? We
thought you were dead. | don't know
how / recognized you. And you were
such a pretty little boy. my dear. /
used to be jealous because you had
longer eyelashes than Henry. but you
haven't now"
Haven't l." said Anthony, with
perfect gravity. He took his aunt's
plump white hand and gave it a
squeeze and pat. It's very nice
The scar isn't as bad as it looks, and
Henry's going to lend me razor and
some clothes"
1t was later, when Anthony could
be heard sp1ashing in the bathroom,
that Mrs. March beckoned Henry into
her room, flung her arms round his
neck, and burst into tears all over
again
My poor boy" she sobbed, its
so hard on you-about Luttrell March
es, I mean-do you mind dreadfully?"
Not an atom. Besides, I knew
Tony was alive: I always told you
he would turn up"
Il couldn't think of any one but
him at first" said Mrs. March, shifting
gently. Then afterward it came over
me Henry won't have the place-and
1 couldn't help crying because, of
course, one does get to count on
thing, with every one saying to me
rs they did. OF course, your son comes
into Luttrell Marches. such a beauti-
full place, and SO ii is, and 1 did
think it was yours. and what | felt
about it was, if I feel badly about il,
what must Henry feel? You see,
don't YOU"
Henry endeavored to disengage him.
self.
Yes, Mother. but you needn't wor-
ry-you really needn't. Look here,
YOU dress and don't cry any more.
I've got to telephone.
Mrs. March clasped her hands about
his arm.
Henry. wait. just minute" she
said. That Miss Smith-you're not
still thinking about her, are you?"
Henry laughed.
am. ne SalO.
Well" said Mrs March She
fidgeted with Henry's coat sleeve,
bridled a little. and looked down at
her mauve satin slippers. We'll
you know, my dear boy, l didn't want
TO be unlind. but | simply couldn't
picture her at Luttrell Marches-aS
its mistress. I mean-and I'm sure
you did think me unkind about it;
but now that it's all different-Tony
coming back like this does make a
difference, of course. and what ] was
going to say about 1t is this: If you
really do care for her and it would
make up to you for the disappoint-
ment. ! wouldn't hold out about it,
not if you really wanted it, my dear
and really cared for her, only of course
you'd have to be quite sure, because
once you're married you're married
and there's no way out of it except
divorce, and. whether it's the fashion
now or not. | always have said and
always will say that it's not respect
able, ii really isn't. and it's not a
thing we've ever had in our family
not on either side" added Mrs. March,
'houeh;fully. after a slight pause for
breath.
II really do care for her. and I
really am sure" said Henry. He
kissed his mother affectionately, and
once more attempted to detach him
self from her hold.
Mrs March let go with one hand
il order to dab her eyes with d scrap
Of pink-and-white chiffon. Then she
looked up at her son fondly.
Your eyclashes are much the long
est" she said.
Henry made an abrupt departure.
'Piggy'll see you as soon as you
can get there" he told Anthony five
minutes iater-"at his house. I'm
off to Luttrell Marches. ! was going