Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-04-21

~ you absolutely insist on going
80 " back at once?" said Mar
jorie, studying the face OF
i her dear friend, sympatheti-
cally, little sadly.
eyes, Marjorie, I'm going back" he
said.
Around them was the shrill turmoil
Of the Great Indian Peninsula Railway
terminus at Bombay. A noise unheard
by John Wave as he held Marjorie s
hand and said "Good-by."
He had refused to take his farewell of
her elsewhere than in this most public
81 places after having given her away
before the altar of Bombay Cathedral.
"You do like Reggie, don't your
asked Marjorie. glancing to where her
husband of an hour was experimenting
his orderly bestowal of hand baggage.
bedding. hampers and other tmpedi-
menta in the big reserved compartment
Of the train that was to bear them
across the plains of India.
Il approve of Reggie. pass him. ]
leave you in his hands without doubt
or a fear. He strikes me as a sp'Sndid
specimen of a fine type of man . your
Indian army officer"
I'm so glad, dear John" said Mar
1orie, flushing warmly. How can ]
think you? How can I ever begin to
thank you?"
by being happy" John Waye patted
the hand he held. Happy as the day
Is long"
"But you, John? Will you write me a
nice long, long letter-all about your
self? All that you care to tell me, that
Is"
1T was going to do that, anyway, Mar
jorie. I'd like you to know how and
why I became IA criminal and con-
vict, and came to England with the firm
intention of committing at least four
murders. 1 want"
Come on. Marjorie!" called Capt.
Lauderdell, jumping down from the car
rage door and Seizing her arm. "All
aboard"
IT say, sir" he continued, what on
earth can I say to give you some idea
Of what I feel? I'm not good at 1t.
But 1 never heard Of such kindness.
Straight out and back again, just to
hand her over. And you saved her life,
too. Well, mean to say"
The young man wrung John Wages
hand.
"Good-by, dearest john" said Mar
torie. and putting her arms around his
neck she kissed him lovingly.
"Good-by, darling RoSemary-Mar-
jorie," said John Waye huskily, kissing
her.
Turning upon his heel, he ned from
the place.
DR.. Theodore Charters, clean
shsven and remarkably changed in
appearance, strolled slowly, mood
lily and far from jauntily along Michi-
gan Boulevard.
Depressed, heavy and respondent, he
went his way; but. from time to time,
hunlmed popular air as he felt the
warmth of the sun, and shifted the in
MIGRATING breeze from the lake.
Indeed. he was doing so audibly as
three stalwart men overlook him, and
ranging up, two on his right side and
one on his left fell into step with him.
Mr.. Waye?" inquired one Of them
pleasantly.
Sure. John Wayne Of this little
bright burg"
The men eyed him narrowly.
"Clean-Shayen gray eyes {.
Would you mind removing your hat
q moment?" continued the man who
had accosted DR.. Charters. Gray
hair" he continued. Nick. probably
made by bullet, in cartilage of right
ear"
quite right" agreed DR.. Charters,
coming to a halt and Smilingly touch
ing his right ear, where indeed was the
mark in question-self- inflicted some
months earlier.
Scar across back OF right hand?" in
Quired the big man.
Promptly DR.. Charters Withdrew his
glove. -