Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-08-18
Continued From Yesterdays star.)
CHAPTER XXI,
A VOICE OUT OF THE PAST.

n tO1CE OOI OF 1EE PAST.
~ AGGER put one hand to her
throat and swallowed hard.
The past was the past. Fool
- ish to yield to it. And yet
she started again to read the
note from the Due de Pontoise and one
of the phrases suddenly rang out with a
familiar note. THE responsibility Of
the well born
She had heard that before. And her
eyes strayed down the sheet to the sig
nature, Raoul de Senac, Due de Pom
toise. Surely that name meant some
thing to her. Had Jack mentioned it?
No, she was sure he hadn't. And then,
as suddenly as before, q warmth Of
memory suffused her: there was a creak
of leather in her ears and far off the
lowing of cattle. Texas! Phrases
snapped wildly in her mind. .
as different as four men could be.
Raoul de Senac-he was the first . .
he has Charlebagne's blood in his veins
/. a great ariStocrat-who believes
in the responsibility of the well born"
Dagger gasped. But of course, it had
been Howard-Howard telling her of his
pilgrimage in search of light. De Sc
nae was Towards friend, had been
Towards friend before he became
Jacks. She laughed to herself on a
faint note of hysteria. How strange
how baff1ingly strange! Here, tonight,
she had established contact with the
friend of the two men who had loved
her, whom she had loved.
For an instant she had sensation
of rlearneSS both to Blaine and Jack.
1t was as If they were crowding In upon
her, their spirits blanketing hers. But
as quickly as the sensation had devel-
oped 1t was gone and she heard dinlly
her maid speaking from the bed room
door. -.
Pardon. madame, your bath is
ready" ~
Half an hour later Dagger sat at her
dressing table soothed and relaxed be-
yond her expectations, Marie's skillful
hands welding the brush upon her hair,
a pleasant chatter of gossip driving I'm
pleasant thoughts from her mind.
The room telephone tingled abruptly
'Madame'S car is at the door,"
We must hurry" said Dagger. Here
have been dreaming when my friends
wait dinner for me. My dress-quick,
Marie
A few minutes later the car came to
stop in front of high gates and pres
entity rolled on into a short driveway
which circled between patch of lawn
and square-built stone house. A but
Ter who wore the ribbon of the Croix
de Guerre on his lapel ran down the
steps to open the car door and ushered
her into o hall where O fire burned on
an open hearth.
In doorway on her right Dick Well
ing appeared with a tall, ash-blonde
woman, whose willowy figure and per-
tect features seemed to Dagger to con-
stitute an ideal combination of aristo-
cratic beauty, while the slow, drawing
voice and friendly smile made an i'm
preston OF humor and feeling Much
to her surprise, Dagger realized that
she was going to like Emily
SO this is Dagger!" Emily exclaimed.
From all Dicks tales 1 expected a
cowgirl in boots and breeches. Ones
ideas are colored by the films perhaps,
AND you are a woman of the worlds
DICK, you never said your Dagger was
so lovely"
you mustn't turn my head" laugh
ed Dagger. And If there's anythine
you like about me, Dick is responsible
He was the closest to a father I had. !"