Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-12-08

child really believes in, to some painted woman
Of the town who will laugh At him. 1 loathe
the thought Of her laughing ut hin-and kissing
himt His notions wild fooliehneSs but I
at least wish that they were not fOolishnesS,
and that hateful woman will not care one way
or the other d.. - .-..t. .-. --+
So Cynthia sighed; and to comfort her for
leFn condition fetched q hand-RaiTrOr from
the shelves whereons glowed her green cups
She touched each cup careSsingly In passing;
and that which she found in the mirror. too
she regarded not unappreciatiVely, from vary
ing angles .s.> .-..-. .'E III
Yes, after ALL dark hair and a pale skin had
their advantages ut court where pink and
yellow women were 50 much the fashion as
to be common. Men remembered you more
diStinctively Though nobody cared for men,
in view of their unreasonable behavior and
their absolute self-CenterednesS. -.
STILL there was queer pleasure In being
WoOed by Kit! his insane notions went to ones
head like wine. She would send Meg for him
again tomorrow And Pevensey was of course
the best match imaginable. No, 1t would
be too heartless TO dismiss George BuITner out
right II was unreasonable of him to desert
her because q Gascon threatened to go to
mass; but after all. she would probably marry
George In the end. He was really almost
unendurably silly though, about England and
freedom and religion, and right and wrong
things like that. Yes, it would be tedious to
have a husband who often talked to you as
though he were addressing a public meet
ing.
RUT now the sun had set and the room
was growing quite dark. So Cynthia stood
a-uptoe, and replaced the mirror upon the
shelves, setting 1t upright behind those won
derful green cups which had anew reminded
her of Pevensey's wealth and generosity She
smiled little. to think of what fun it had
been to hold George back, for two whole weeks.
from discharging that old queens stupid err
rands.
The door opened. StaIwart young Can't Ed
ward Musgrave came with a lighted candle
which he placed carefully upon the table in
the rooms center
He said: They told me you were here I
come from London. bring news for you''
You bring no pleasant tidings, fear"
AS Lord Pevensey rode through the Strand
this afternoon, on his way home, the Plague
smote him. That is my sad news"
"Ah," Cynthia said, very quiet $50 Pevensey
Is dead. But the Plague kills quickly!"
Yes, yes that is comfort, certainly Yes
he turned quite black in the face they re-
port. and before his men could reach him had
fallen from his horse. 1t was all over almost
instantly. saw him afterward hardly
pleasant sight I came to you as soon as
could 1 was vexatiously detained"
so George Bulmer is dead, In a London
gutter! 1t seems strange because he was here
befrtended by monarchs, and very strong and
handsome, and self-confident, hardly two hours
ago. Is that his blood upon your sleeva?"
But of course not! told you was vex-
atiously detained. almost at your gates. Yes.
I had Toe. i'll luck to bunder into q disgusting
business. The two .rapscalhons tuEnbled out
OF q doorway under my horses very nose ekad!
1t was a near thing I did not ride them down.
So stopped, naturally regretted stopping,
afterward+.: for I, was too hate to be Of help.
1t was 'at the Golden Hind, Of course. Some
thing really ought to be done ABOUT that place
Yes, and that rogue Merler bled ali over q new
dOuhlet as you ,see- And the Deptford con-
u stables held me with their foolish interrog-
etotle6= s+-... =, sic. ..- .,-- -,
., 80 one of>,the fighting men, was named :,
SAAarlOwet Is he. dead, too, dead in another,
MaFloWe or Marler, or something of the sort
wrote plays and -Sonnets and. such stuff they
tell me. i do: not know anything about him,
though, i give, youk my word now, those greasy
co11stables treated me IS though were q noted
frequenter Of pot-houses. That sort of thing
Is most annoying. AT all events he was drunk :.
rs ,pavid's, sow,., and squahbIing over saying
your presence, - woman. Of the sort one locks
TO find IN. that abominahle hOle And 50. Is
was: saytng, this other drunken, rascal dug o
Knife into him ,ssis .,.e......,...- ).
But now. to Captain. MNsgrsye's discOsn-
- Iortt: Cyntnaa Allonby had begun TO weep
ne~rs0sokenlH ,>.e,a ,.... .s,.s., /. s:,as, s..s .
Sc. %h 49, 49,. ;e., ~ -, - s
-S.t t.s"s"r ,ss~!>t@ -, xs, as 2.
40 HE cleared his throat and he batteds the
back Of her hand. cit Is q great, shock TO
you, naturally-oh, most naturally, and does you
great credit. But come now Pevensey is gone !,
as we must all go some day, and, our tears
cannot bring him back, my dear"
oh, Ned, but people are so cruel People
win be saying that it was I who kept poor
Cousin George In London this mast two weeks