Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-08-11
For the Love
of a Lady
CopyriRbt, 1919
BY
Jeffery
Farnol

| down into the garden, a place Of mys-
terry, Now as she stood thus, awed by
the deep and brooding stiffness, her
heart made a sudden leap and. tnstinc-
lively drawing the curtains about her
loneliness, she stood breathlesS and
wide of eye, for amid those black
shadows something had moved.
A tall figure it was. Sir Richard
noticed, as he followed whittier 1t led
So came they to the Moat House gar
den and there to a rustic arbor
wherein the figure vanished. soon to
reappear and, crouching in the moon
light. unfolded slip of paper to scan
1t with eager eyes; then Sir Richard
recognized the reader and stepped be-
hind a tree as the man thrust paper
into pocket and fastened away, swift
and silent as he had come.
For some while Sir Richard leaned
there, then, moved by sudden thought
he stepped into the arbor and peered
about Passing his hands to and FRO
across the timbering until at last his
care and patience were rewarded, some
thing rustled family, and from behind
| one of the uprights he drew folded
paper. and spreading this to the moon,
Dear B.--Do as I bid thee and our
| fortune is made. My l.. is pleased with
thee and I have lace for thee French
point mighty fine. Should you hear
aught of his whereabouts haste to tell
me, for naught is we'll till he be took
So be watchful to see and hear all you
may and act when I give word. My
L. Is for the haunted mill and tits
likely spot being so desolate. Tomor-
row is the inquest, so no more until we
meet, same hour and place. I've much
to tell.
Thy ever-dear r"
Sir Richard was still reading when
vague sound startled him and
| glancing around he espied a cloaked
and hooded figure speeding to him
across the wide lawn.
"Helen!" said he. in glad surprise.
BreathlesS she was with haste and
now stood before him, painting little
her face a pale sweet oval beneath
| drawn hood.
What do you here, sir?"
"Trespass, nam, beyond a doubt"
And run deadly peril to come fol
your-love-note!" And she pointed dis
painfully at the open letter.
Sir" said she, chin aloft, contempt
and disdain in every line Of her, twas
writ by my maid!"
"Alack, madam" he sighed.
Can it be that you-you are her
dear TIP"
Let us suppose it, mann, and what
them"
There is no more to be said, sir"
Nay. faith. ma m. there is so much
| that We are like to talk until dawn"
so I will bid you goodnight, sir!
But, even as she turned to be gone, he
had her by the cloak.
"A goodnight. indeed" said he. otis
q balmy air and kindly warm: this
night we come to an understanding"
| Loose me, or Scream!"
Attempt 1t, nam, and I kiss you
breathless."
so you well deign me an explana-
ton at last. sir?" she demanded. What
brought you here tonight?"
| Pure villainy," he answered lightly
ut crept before me all the way. it
brought this letter, missive mysterious
addressed Dear b and subscribed dear
| t."
oh" said my lady twill be for
Betty. my wicked maid"
And T" nodded Sir Richard. 'is for
Thomas. Tom for short, Tom Pitt, my
Helen: you saw him the night these
eyes first looked on thee"
Yes" she answered, coming nearer
| yet. Now pray show me this letter"
"Yonder, meath the old cherry tree
comet" and, stopping suddenly, he
swept her up in his arms before she
might prevent.
Continued tomorrow)