Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-05-25

but the time has come when you've got
| to forget all that. 7 mean business
You're going to marry me, and: the
sooner you make up your mind to II
the better
That was what John had intended
to say What he actually did say was
something briefer and altogether less
effective.
"Oh, I don't know" said John.
do you mean you're afraid I'm going
to stop being flAnds with you Just be-
cause my father and your uncle have
had a quarrel?" :.
yes" said John. 1t was not quite ali
he had meant, but it gave the general
idea.
"What a weird notionl After all these
years? Good heavens, no. I'm much toe
fond Of you. Johnnie"
once more John had his cue. And
this time he was determined that ne
would not neglect 1t. He stiffened his
courage. He cleared his throat.
"oh. there's Hugo. at last" she said
looking past him. And about time
I'm starving. Kullol Who are the
people he's got with hin' Do you
| know them?"
John heaved a silent sigh. Yes, he
could have counted on Hugo arriving
at just this moment. He turned and
perceived that unnecessary young man
crossing the floor. with him were a
middle Jagged man and younger and
extremely dashing- looking girl. They
were complete strangers to John.
Hugo pranced buoyantly up to the
| table. looking like the Laughing Cav
| alier. clean-shaved.
He was wearing the unmistakable air
| of a man who has been to welter-
| weight boxing contest at the Albert Hall
and backed the winner.
"Hullo. Pat" he said jovially. "Hullo
John. Sorry I'm late. Mitt-.if that
I've forgotten your name" ne ad-
| ded. turning to his companion.
"Molloy, brother-Thomas @. Molloy.'
Hugo,s dear old friend spoke In a
deep, rich voice, well In keeping with
his appearance. He was fine. hand
some. open-faced person In the early
forties, with grizzled hair that swept
in a wave of a massive forehead. His
nationality was plainly American. and
his aspect vaguely senatorial.
"Molloy," said Hugo. Thomas @. and
daughter. This is Miss Wyvern. And
this is my cousin. Mr.. Carroll. And
now" said Hugo, relieved at having
finished with the introductions, lets
! try to get q bit Of supper"
The service at the Mustard Spoon Is
not what 1t was. but by the simple
process Of clutching at the coattails Of
q passing waiter and holding him till
he consented to talk business. Hugo
contrived to get fairly rapid action
Then after an interval Of the rather
difficult conversation that usually marks
the first stages of this sort Of party
the orchestra burst into a sudden tor
rent of what it evidently mistook fol
music, and Thomas G. Molloy rose
and led Miss Molloy out on to the floor
He danced a little stiffly, but he knew
how to give the elbow, and he ap-
peared as the crowd engulfed him tc
be holding his own.
"Who are your friends. Hugo" asked
Pat.
"Thos. g. ="
ayes. I know. But who are they?'
"Well. there" said Hugo. you rather
have me. I sat next TO Thos. al
the fight, and / rather took to the fell
low. He seemed to me man full Of
noble qualities. including a looney idea
that Eustace Rodd was some good a.
q boxer. He actually offered TO givt
me three to one. and cleaned up sub
stantially at the end Of the seventh
| round After that. I naturally couldnT