Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-07-27
where have you been, rogue?"

where have you been, rogue?"
This morning. sir, / rode to Lewes
on your behalf; this afternoon am de-
voting to your wardrobe, SIR
Tell me, what Of Brocklehurst-
Despard. what do they?"
MY lord is, believe. writing letters;
the captain is abroad. SIR"
"Ah, still logging this heiress, is he,
Tom?"
Il CHANGED to see them ride past to-
| gether. sir, a while ago"
And Brocklehurst belize penning an
ode to her! Ask his lordship to step
upstairs
Tom Pitt bowed and was gone, softly
as he had come. Brocklehurst entered
swiftly, closed the door carefully. and
turned toward the bed with q certain
represSed eagerneSs, but meeting the
invalid's keen eyes, shifted his glance
and seemed to hesitate.
Split me but you're ghastly as
specter!' said the viscount at last.
"Ay, VIII, feel it," murmured
Julian. Yet I don't intend to die,
viii, not even to please so loving q
friend as thyself . Let lis to busi-
nesS-how goes your wooing?"
Excellent well, Julian give me but
| time to contrtve the matter with due
elaboration and she's mine, Julian,
mine!"
IT wonder?" retorted the invalid.
Whence this sudden assurance. my
lord? BY all accounts she Is no child
ish miss to blush at your lordly beck,
or come simpering to your so masterful
embrace"
True enough, Julian - but" and
here my lord took on an expression OF
unexpected, ruthless determination,
consider, Julian-a solitary house, an
final discovery! Such methods may
bend the most stubborn Of feminine
wills-eh, Julian? AS for the DARCY
she was all graciousness this morning.
begin to think DeSpard's scheme may
prove unwanted."
How? Despard's scheme?"
why. twas he suggested It,"
What. you mean this kidnapping.
this lonely house? It's a somewhat
The viscount dropped into the chair.
We'll, what what o tomorrow,
Julian-what o. your promise?"
julian laughed gently and shook his
head, while the viscount watched him.
Its to be mo- again, is it,"
Positively no. Will"
The viScount's narrowed eyes droop-
ed. Every year you promise and every
year"
The viscount's gaze crept along the
bed-valance up and up to the small
table standing at the invalid's elbow,
then he crossed to the wide hearth
where a dim fire burned.
II was a fool" cried he suddenly,
ito sign the cursed thing!"
Tut. tut!" murmured Julian. taking
up a silver mounted pistol from where
it lay on the little table and glancing
to the viscount's back. Seeing the
viscount neither stirred nor spoke,
Julian slipped the pistol under his pill
low: said he: Now, though all flesh
perisheth, the written word endureth,
it nveth on when the hand that penned
1t is dust. Now talking Of our Despard,
d. We trust him so implicitly"
Trust him? Don't hold him 'twixt
my finger and thumb"
up at the bedtester. IT'S Q dark.
desperate. cool. determined creature Is
George DeSpard."
"ER?" exclaimed his lordship, start
ing. "Thou'rt feverish. Julian"
"Ay, so leave me. Will"
But no sooner had the door closed
upon his lordship than Julian took pen
and paper and began to write With
certain feveriSh haste. When next he
glanced up it was to see Tom Pitt
within yard Of his bed.
"Ha rogue-rogue!" he gaSped, COW
ering what he had written with quick
hand. wilt creep on me. you dog;
wilt spy7"
mo, sir, no, indeed, Mr.. Julian; I'm
here at my lordship's bidding"
Then begone at mine, grub, and
suffep none to trouble me-stay! Bid
the captain to me 50 soon as he comes
In"
Left alone, Julian finished his writ
ing and having read 1t over. glanced
about his chamber with eyes quick and
eager, frowning the while as one at q
loss Suddenly he thrust hand beneath
pillow and drew thence the silver
mounted pistol; then he rolled the
paper cylinder-wise and thrust 1t into
the pistol barrel; which done. he hid
the weapon under his pillow again.
CONTINUED tomorrow