Evening star., 1927-10-02
Continued from Yesterdays Starr

/ Continued from Yesterdays Starr
The last thought made her hesitate
when at last she reached the teeming
| Broad Street terminal in Philadelphia
and stood shabby and baggage-less,
gazing about her. Should she take
4 roundabout way to Brookmead and
home to avoid a possible encounter
with agents of the Norman" person
who might be lying in wait for her?
! But Daddy, too. must be waiting since
her wire Of yesterday and she could
not disappoint him.
The next local for Brookmead left
at 9 o'clock and she would have no
opportunity to purchase new outer
clothing, even if there had been suffi.
cient remaining Of the capital which
Nat had given, but she spent the few
| intervening hours in hotel and then
proceeded on her way None or the
passengers i'm the local paid the slight
est attention to her, and although she
scrutinized them cautiously there was
nothing in thei1 appearance or man
ner to cause her the least disquietude,
At noon they were to reach Brook
mead Daddy would be at the station,
of course. and then all her troubles
would be over. He would see that
Norman" and his people were we'll
punished for treating her as they had
done. but she would beg him to inter
cede for Mrs. Carin. The woman
had brought her difficulties upon her.
but she had been kind in her way, al
most sorry.
Some one must suffer for poor Mr..
Affords death. though. and what
would Daddy do to Philip Marriott IL
he still lived? She must tell the
truth, but would she ever know
whether he had recovered or died?
That blow with his own revolver in
Mats hands had been fearful one,
enough to crush his head in! If he
lived he must surely he under the
best of care now, but II only she
could find out.
As II o'clock approached and they
neared the station which had been her
objective for these four horrible days
since she had landed from the steam
er, Janet looked eagerly out Of the
window seeking to recall some mem
ory in spite of the changes which IL
wears must have made. but the rolling
hills and wide-spreading country es-
tates brought no recollecti0ns. 1t was
beautiful, it was home, but strange.
alien to her.
The train slowed and came to stop
a an ornate i1ttle station WIN stlIHy
laid out flower beds and clumpS OF
shrubbery intersected by a winding.
graveled driveway, and the conductor
announced "Brookmead"'
With her heart pumping madly and
lump in her throat, Janet tlmidly
descended and stood gazing about her.
Save for a small boy and three dogs
the sunny platform was deserted!
w mere.
"Is this Janet Dane?" A rich,
motherly voice sounded behind her.
and the girl turned to find an elderly
woman. with silvery gray hair and a
dgnified face that was still beautiful,
coming toward her with outstretched
hands from a handsome dark.blue
limousine which had just drawn up at
the curb. Your dear father will
never forgive me for having been late,
after the infinite anxiety we have all
felt on your account, but Duffield had,
motor trouble. I am Mrs. Madison"
The kind. almost affectionate words,
and the warmth with which she folded
the lonely little figure in her arms
made Janet's heart go out to her, even
though she had never heard her name
before. A sob welled up in her throat,
but her convent training asserted it.
self and she asked quantity:
How do you do?" Then, with all
her heart in the trembling words, she
added: Where is Daddy? Isn't
isn't he here?"
My dear. it's dreadful. but he
sailed for Europe on Saturday-to