Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-05-29
Continued From Yesterdays Starr
NINTH INSTALLMENT.

NINTH INSTALLMENT.
- ONE years before the date of tn
events narrated in this story a
the time when there was all tina
~ trouble between the ariStocratl
houSeholders of Riverside Row
and the humber jewellers on Budc
street tarising, if you remember, from
the practice of the latter of washing
their more intimate articles of clothing
and hanging them to dry in back gar
Clens into which their exclusive neigh
bors we're compelled to gaze every time
they looked out of windows, the vicar
of the parish, the Rev. Alistair Pond
Pond, always a happy phrase-maker
wound up his address at the annual
village sports of Rudge with an I'M
pressive appeal to the good teenng o.
those concerned.
I'VE must not" said the Rev. Alistair
"consider ourselves as belonging to this
section of Rudge-in -the-Vale or to that
section of Rudge-in Vale. Let us
get together. Let us recollect that we
are all fellow members of one united
community. Rudge must be looked on
as a whole. And what whole it is!
With the concluding words Of this
peroration Pat Wyvern, by the time she
had been home a little under week,
found herself in hearty agreement.
Walking with her father along High
street on the sixth morning, she had to
confess herself disappointed with
RudRe.
There are times in every ones ex-
perience when life, after running mer-
rily for a while through pleasant places,
seems suddenly to strike dull and de-
pressing patch of road; and this was
what was happening now to Pat. The
sense which had come to her so strongly
in the lobby of the Lincoln Hotel, on
Curzon street, of being in world I'M
worthy of her-a world cold and unsym-
pathetic and full of an inferior grade
of human being. had deepened. Her
home coming, she decided, was not a
success.
Elderly men with a grievance are
seldom entertaining companions for
Young. and five days of the society OF
Col. Wyvern had left Pat with the
feeling that, much as she loved her
father, she wished he would change the
subject of his conversation. Had she
been present in person she could not
have had a fuller grasp of the facts
Of that dynamite outrage than she now
possessed.
But this was not all. After MIR. Car
nody's thuglike behavior on that fatal
day she was given to understand that
the hall and its grounds were as much
forbidden territory to her as the piazza
of the town house of the Capulets
would have been to the young Mon
tague. And, though. being modern
girl, she did not respond with any
great alacrity to parental mandates,
she had her share of clan loyalty and
realized that she must conform to the
Jules of the game.
Accordingly she had not been within
half mile of the hall since her arrival,
and, having been accustomed to treat
the place and its grounds as her private
property found Rudge, with deadline
drawn across the boundaries of Mr..
Carmodys park, a poor sort of place.
ENJOYABLE character though Mr.. Car
mody was in many respects, she had
always been fond of him, and she
missed seeing him. She also missed
seeing Hugo. And as for John. not
seeing him was the heaviest blow OF all.
John had always been her standby.
Men might come and men might go,
but John went on forever. He had
never been too old, like Mr.. Carmody,
or too lazy, like Hugo, to give her all
the time and attention she required,
and she did think that even though
there was this absured feud going on,
he might have had the enterprise to
make an opportunity of meeting her.
As day followed day, her resentment
grew, until now she had reached the
stage when she was telling herself that
this was simply what she might have
expected John-she had to face it
was a jellyfish. And if a man is a
jellyfish, he will behave like a jellyhsh,
and 1t is at times of crisis that his
jellyfishiness will be most noticeable.
It was conscience that had brought
Pat to the High street this morning.
Her father had welcomed her with such
eagerness, and had been so pleased to
see her back that she was ashamed OF
herself for not feeling happier. And 1t
was in a spirit of remorse that she had
come with him to watch him buy an
other bottle of Brophy's Paramount
Elixir from Charles Bywater, chemist.
Brophy. 1t should be mentioned, had
proved a sensational success. His
elixir was making the locat gnats feel
perfect fools. They would bite Col.
Wyvern on the face and stand back,
all ready to laugh, and he would just
smear Brophy on himself and be as
good as new. It was simply sicksning,
If you were a gnat; but fine, OF course,
If you were Col. Wyvern, and that just
man. always ready to give praise where
praise was due, said as much to Charles
Bywater.
THAT stuff" said Col Wyvern, sis
good. Give me another bottle"
Mr.. Bywater was delighted - not
merely at this rush of trade. but be-
cause he enjoyed ameliorating the lot
of others.
IT thought you would find 1t capital,
colonel. ! get a great many requests
for 1t. sold bottle yesterday to Mr..
Carmody. ST."
Col. Wyvern's sunniness vanished es
II some one had turned 1t of with
tap.
Don't talk to me about Mr. Car
mody," he said gruffly.
quite" said Charles Bywater.
Pat bridged painful silence.
rs Mr.. Carmody back, them" she
asked II heard he was at some sort
of health place"
"Healthword Ho, miss, just outside
Lowick."
He ought to be in prison." said Col
Wyvern.
Mr.. Bywater stopped himself in The
nick of time from saying Quite" which
would have been a deviation from hi!
firm policy of never taking sides be-
tween customers.
He returned the day before yester'
day, miss, and was Immediately bitter
on the nose by a mosquito"
Thank Heaven" said Col. Wyvern.
"But sold him one of the three-and
sixpenny size of the elixir" said Charles
Bywater. with quiet pride, land aasingl'
application completely eased the pain.
Col Wyvern said he was sorry Il
haar IL and there is no doubt tina