Evening star., 1927-10-06

Mariott's pistol on this walk? She felt
a horror that paralyZed her limbs de.
Scend upon her and could only wait.
motionless. and the man swept the
low branches aside and advanced to-
ward her.
1t wasn't Bill. after all! This mans
face appeared far more evil, with
c2p pulled low over sullen eyes ana an
unShave1 jaw thrust pugnaclously
outward, but he carried shotgun on
his shoulder and his corduroys sug.
gested the uniform of a beater.
This is private property Ills
, words, though gruff. reassured her'
NO ones allowed through here.
Whered you come from"
II am Miss Dane" Janet replied
simply. This is my fathers estate
You did not know, perhaps, that | had
returned
She made as though to pass him.
but the man still blocked her way.
Sorry, but you don't go through.
There was grudging respect in ms
tone, but it Was doggedly determined,
"Nohody'S going TO leave these
grounds: I've got my orders.
From Mr. Dane" Janet drew her
self up slightly. Don't you under.
stand that ! am his daughter, ana
your orders do not apply to me-"
II don't care who you are, and never
you mind who my orders is from. I'm
going to carry EN- out, see, and you
don't passr'
His voice was ugly now and MS
manner almost menacing. Janet de'
cided to handy words with nm no
further, but as she turned she re-
marked with dignity:
cl, rpn0Tto0
IF your instructions are to guard tnls
property you should look beyond the
wallr'
Leaving him abruptly, she started
back toward the clearing and 1t was
evident that he must have stood star
ing after her as long as she was III
sight, for no further movement came
from the copse she had left. 1t was
by mere chance that she struck the
path again for she was half-bllnded
by Indignation. Accustomed to the
Difference of Continental servants, stt
was affronted that an employe or her
fathers should have dared address
her so truculently, and she was in no
mood to talk to Basil Ferrars when,
leaving the woodland behind, she
came upon him hurrying toward her
at a sharp turn of the path.
There you are!H The words We're
the same as his morning greeting on
the terrace, but uttered with a lar
different intonation. you little fooi'
what do you mean"
Mr.. Ferrars! You have forgotten
yourself. / think" Janet spoke quiet
lily, but her voice trembled. You are
guest in my fathers house. but not
by my invitation will you remain in
it an hour longer! Let me pass.
pleaser'
"Oh, I say!" he stammered, redding.
II did forget myself! Please let me
explain! 1t was my anxiety for you,
the deep responsibility we all feel! /
meant to say you were foolish little
girl, for we none of us wanted to tell
you that there is certain amount
of danger for you if you venture alone
from the house. Circumstances over
which we have no control!"
You have control, at least, over
your manner toward me. Mr.. Ferrars.
and 1 find it distinctly offensive, no
matter what your motives! IL have
nothing further to say to you"
With her small head held high she
passed him and continued to the
house, hoping to make her way to
her room unobserved. for she felt that
she could endure no further encounter,
but Mrs. Madison was waiting at the
side door with a look of such strained
anxiety on her face that the girls