Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-04-21

the next five minutes thoroughly rub.
bling it in.
II is truism to say that in the worlc
as 1t is at present constituted, few
things have more far-reaching conse-
quences than the accident of birth
Lord Ellsworth had probably suspected
this. He was now to receive direct
proof. If he had been born a horse
instead Of the heir to an earldom that
lotion would have been just right fol
him. 1t was for horses, though the
Rev. Rupert Bingham had omitted to
note the fact, that Blake had planned
his balsam; and any one enjoying even
a superficial acquaintance with horses
and earls knows that the latter have
the more sensitive skins. Waking at a
quarter to 2 from dreams of being
burned at the stake by red Indians,
Lord Ellsworth found himself suffering
acute pain in the right leg.
He was little surprised. He had not
supposed that that fall from the ladder
had injured him so badly. However,
being a good amateur doctor, he bore
up bravely and took immediate steps to
cope with the trouble. Having shaken
the bottle till 1t foamed at the mouth,
he rubbed in some more lotion. 1t oc-
CURED to him that the previous apph-
cation might have been too sketchy, so
this time he did it thoroughly. Then
he tried to go TO sleep.
Nature has made some men quicker
thinkers than others. Lord Ellsworth
was one Of those leisurely brains. II
was not till nearly o'clock that the
truth came home to him. When 1t did
he was just on the point of applying a
ivr0 nf hol 70 hi lar
He hobbled to the cold-water tap and
put as much of himself under it as he
could manage.
The relief was perceptible, but transi-
tory. At 5 he was out again, and once
more at $50. At 5:45, succeeding in
falling asleep, he enjoyed slumber
somewhat disturbed by the intermittent
biting of sharks, which lasted till a few
minutes past 8. Then he woke as If an
alarm clock had rung.
X X x =
HE rose from his bed and peered out
of the window. 1t was beautiful
morning. ~
Beyond the terrace, glittering through
the trees, cleaned the waters Of the
lake. They seemed to call to him like q
bugle. Although he had neglected the
practice of late. there was nothing Lord
Ellsworth enjoyed more than before
breakfast dip, and today anything ir
the nature of water had a particularly
powerful appeal for him. The pain in
his ankle had subsidized by now to a dull
throbbing, and it seemed to him that a
swim might remove it altogether. Put
ting on dreSsing-gown and slippers
he took his bathing suit and went down.
stairs.
Only when the pleasurable agony OF
the first plunge had passed and he was
floating out in midwater did Lord
Ellsworth realize that in some eXtraor-
binary way he had overlooked what wa:
beyond dispute the best thing that thi;
perfect morning had to offer him. Gaz-
ing from his bedroom window, he hac
observed the sun, the shadows, the
birds, the trees and the insects, but HI
omitted to appreciate the fact that no.
where in this magic world thai
stretched before him was there trace
of his young guest. Popioy. For the firs'
time in two weeks he appeared to bt
utterly alone.
He kicked sportively in spasm o.
pure happiness. But this, he felt, wa!
not enough. 1t failed to express his full
happiness. To the beatitude of thi!
golden moment only music, that mystic
language OF the soul, really could dt
justice. The next moment, there hac
cut quiveringly into the Summer still
ness sudden sharp wall that seemed
to tell of a human being in distress. 1
was the voice Of Lord Ellsworth, raised
in song.
1t was gruesome sound, calculated
to startle the StouteSt. Rupert Bling
ham, standing behind the rhododen
dron bushes and wondering how long i
would be before the girl he loved cami
to keep her tryst, started violently, tor,
off his coat, rushed to the waters edge
Out in the middle of the lake, Lore
Emsworth'S transports continued un.
diminished. His dancing feet kicked VI
a furry of foam. His voice rose to {
scream.
Love me-" sang Lord Ellsworth, "anc
the wo-o-o-rld iS-ah-mi-yunp
Its all right" said voice in his ear
Keep cool. Keep quite COOL
There is point beyond which tn.
human brain loses it's kinship with the
Infinite and becomes a mere seethins
mass of deleterious passions. Malays
when pushed past this point, take dowr
the old kris from its hook and go out
and start carving up the neighbors.
Women have Mysteries. Earls, If Lore
Ellsworth may be taken as sample
haul back their right fists and swing
them as violently as their age anc
physique will permit. For two long
weeks Lord Ellsworth had been endur-
ing this pestilential young man with
rtNryo TA a hut a cfP0 lNa r
told. Suppressed emotions are always
the most dangerous. Little by little
day by day, he had been slowly turn
ing into a human volcano, and thi;
final outrage blew the lid off him.
He ragged with sense of intolerable
injury. Was it not enough that this
porous plaster Of young man should
dog his steps on shore? Must he even
pursue him out into the waste of waters
and come fooling about and paving al
him when he was enjoying the best
swim he had had that Summer? In al
their long and honorable history NJ
member Of his ancient family ever so fal
had forgotten the sacred obligations Of
hospitality as to plug guest in the eye
But, then, they never had had guest:
like this. With sharp, passionate
snort, Lord Ellsworth extra ted hi
right hand from the foam, clenched 1t
drew it back and let 1t go.
He could have made no more impru-
dent move. II there was one thing
Rupert Bingham, who in his time haS
swum for Oxford, knew it was what Il
do when drowning men struggled. Some
thing that might have been very hare
and knobbly leg of mutton smote Lore
Ellsworth violently behind the earl thu
sun was tuynsA 81 ~ ths raain; ~