Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-05-24

Hugo was still infiicting the stable yard
with his beastly presence.
But Hugo was not there to make
Earring conversation. He vas present
now. 1t appeared, solely in the capacity
Of good angel.
1--WE fixed up that tire" said Hugo,
land filled the tank and put in a drop
OF oil and passed an eye over the
machinery in general. She ought to
run nicely now"
John melted. His mood had soft
ened and ne was in a filter frame of
mind to remember that he had always
been fond of his cousin.
Thanks. Very good of you. Well,
good-by."
"Good-by," said Hugo. "And heaven
speed your wooing, boy"
Freed from the restrictions placed
hillocks of the country lanes, John
celebrated his arrival on the broad main
road that led TO London by placing a
large foot on the accelerator and keep
ing it there. He was behind time, and
he intended to test belief he had long
held, that a Widgeon Seven can, if
pressed, do so. To the scenery, singu-
larly beautiful in this part of England.
he paid no attention. Automatically
lily putting thoughts of the hereafter
into.the startled minds of dogs and
chickens, he was out of Worcestershire
and into Worcestershire almost before
ne had really settled In his seat 1t was
only when the long wall that fringeS
Blenheim Park came into view that it
was borne in upon him that he would
be reaching oxford in few minutes
and could stop for q well earned cup
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he was nicely ahead Of the clock.
He drifted past the Martyrs Memo
rial, and. picking his way through the
traf1lc, drew up at the door of the
Clarendon. He alighted stif1y, and
stretched himself. And as he did SO
something caught his attention out OF
the corner of his eye. It was his Cousin
Hugo, climbing down from the dickey.
"a very nice run" said Hugo, with
satisfaction. Il should say we made
pretty good time"
He radiated kindness and satiSfac-
ton with all created things That John
was looking at him in rather peculiar
way, and apparently trying TO say
something, he did not seem to notice.
"A little refreshment would be de-
lightful," he observed. DUSTY work,
sitting in dickeys. BY the way, I got
on to Pat on the phone before we left,
dining out and going to theater
tonight"
What" cried John, in agony
Its all right. Don't get the wind
up. She's meeting us at 11:l5 o'clock at
the Mustard Spoon I'll come on there
from the fight and We'll have a nice
home evening. I'm still member so
I'll sign you in. And, what's more, II
all goes well at the Albert Hall and
TNvyYtt1 Iyot 81, I~ 1ao1f
think he is and can get some sporting
stranger to bet the other way at reason
able odds, I'll pay the bill"
You're very kind!"
at try to be, john" said Hugo mod
eStly. IT try to be. I don't think we
ought to leave it all to the Boy Scouts. "
A man whose uncle jerks him away
from London as if he were picking a
Wrinkle out Of its shell with pin and
keeps him for months and months i'm
INJURED in the heart of Worcestershire
| must inevitably lose touch with the
swiftly changing kaleidoscope of metro
politan night life. Nothing in a big
| city fluctuateS more rapidly than the
status of its supper dancing clubs; and
Hugo, had he still been a lad-about-
| town in good standing, would have been
aware that recently the Mustard Spoon
had gone down good deal in the
other, newer institutions, leaving it to
become the haunt of the lesser orna-
ments of the stage and the Portuguese,
the Argentines and the Greeks.
To John Carroll, however. as he stood
waiting in the lobby, the place seemed
sufficiently gay and glittering. Nearly
year had passed since his last visit
to London; and the Mustard Spoon
| rather impressed him. An unseen or
| chestra was playing with extraordinary
vigor. and, from time to time ornate
persons of both sexes drifted past him
into the supper room. Where an estab-
liShed connoisseur of night clubs would
have pursed his lips and shaken his
head. John was conscious only OF feeling
decidedly uplifted and eXhilarated
! But then he was going to see Pat
again. and that was enough TO stimulate
any man.
She arrived unexpectedly, at a mo-
ment when he had taken his eye off the
door to direct 1t in mild aStoniShment
at a lady IN an orange dress who
doubtless with the best motives, hao
dyed her hair crimson and was wearing
a black trimmed monocle. So absorbed
was he with this spectacle that he die
not see her enter and was only made
aware of her presence when there spoke
from behind him a clear little voice
that, even when 1t was laughing at you
always seemed to have in 1t something
of the song of larks on Summer morn.
ings and winds whispering across the
fields in Spring
"Hullo, Johnnie"
The hair, scarlet though 1t was, los
its power to attract. The appeal of tn
monocle waned. John spun around.
: PATTI
, She was looking lovelier than ever
!, That was the thing that first presented
, itself to Johns notice. II anybody haC
told him that Pat could possibly b.
S prettier than the image Of her that n
. had been carrying about with him al
. these months he would not have be
t lieysd him, But 50 it wE' Some sOr