Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-11-07
TWENTYFoURTH INsTALLaEENT.

r TAVING dispatched the note to
Joe Nielsen, Cathleen returned
to her room and set about en-
l. l. tering the latest chapter OF
events in her Declaration OF
Independence" She was interrupted by
Julia, who came in to tell her that they
would leave for the country about
o'clock the next day.
"There'll be a car for u.s. Julia said.
"Have whatever you're taking ready
and I'll send Alex, the chauffeur, to
You're so tense"
Lots is happening Cathleen ad-
united, her brown eyes narrowed.
"Things are sort Of crowding In"
"Can I help?"
''Not now. I'll call on you, though,
Julia, If need support"
please do. Put me in the front line
alongside yourself. I fight best under
fire"
The two girls spent half an hour 60
ing over the clothes Cathleen would
need for her visit to Journeys End-a
choice more utilitarian than decora-
tiye-and then Julia said good night.
Scarcely had the echo OF her depart
ing footsteps died in the passage than a
knock came at Cathleen'S door. A mes
senger with a note addressed to her.
She knew it must be from Joe Nielsen.
Quick action. Her message had hit its
mark. She tore the envelope open with
steady fingers. The note was a single
line
Come to my home at 9 o'clock to-
morrow morning. J. N. Nielsen"
Cathleen ran to the open window
and called to the messenger.
Wait, please! There's an answer"
Then she scrubbed hurr1edly on the
back Of the sheet:
II will be at this address at 8 O'Clock
tomorrow Saturday morning.
"Cathleen Carroll"
She replaced the sheet in the enve'
lope, scratched out her own address
substituted Nelson's, and handed the
note to the boy to be delivered at once
I'll not walk into any lions den.'
she told herself. "If the lion wants me
he can walk into my den.'
Then she undressed, surprisingly calm
considering what awaited her on thu
morrow, and forced every thought from
her mind except the saving thought
of sleep. She needed TO be fresh fol
the morning.
Some time during the night. sht
aWoke with tight little pain stabbint
at her heart. She had been dreaminl
Of her mother.
why hasn't she come to see me?'
Cathleen asked aloud "Oh, Mummy
I do want you so much!"
Danny must have told her mothel
where she was living. Yet Danny him
self had not come back as he had prom
ised And he and her mother knew sht
could not go home with her father feel
ing as he did toward her.
Her father! She realized now VIII.
Margaret Carroll had not come to thu
room under the caves, why Danny hat
not returned. Dan Carroll had for
hidden it. Her mother and brothe
would have to watch for their chanc'
and steal their visits to her. Margare
Carroll did not have the stamina openl.
to defy her husband. And Danny-h
was an opportunist. He would take tn
easiest way-especially since he believe
she was a stubborn girl INDUCING hrr
self IN feminine folly. No doubt he
father had persuaded them that, If the
left here alone, showed their disap
prevail of her conduct, she would tn
sooner weary of defiance and return
to her home.
She cried a little, thinking of he
mothers plump hands and the spring
curls that stood out like horns in tn
morning. Dear, ridiculous Mummy
She had saved that SIS, kept it hidde
ON her person for some coveted trinke
Just as soon as can earn tn
money" Cathleen promised herself, IT
treat Mummy to a string of pearl beac
that will go three times around her nee
and dangle to her waist. And I'll. bu
her the cream-lace dress she's bee
wanting, to go with them"
The thought warmed her heart 1
that the pain was gone and she fe
asleep to dream no more.
She awakened early with a tingiiI
sense of imminent action, It was 6
the little clock that her mother hs
taken from her bureau at home ar
tucked into her trunk. Fritz was alreac
In the courtyard raking the grave
Cathleen dressed and went down
him.
I'm not sure" she said, but q mas
mzag cailt on me here about o'cloC