Evening Star Newspaper, July 27, 1923, Page 15

(Copyright, 1938, by G e (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) “I know that your -father killed Oliver Hilditch.” She suddenly broke out into a stream of words. There was passion in her tone and in her eyes. She was almost the accuser. “My father was right, then!” she exclaimed. “He told me this morning that he belleved that it was to you or to your friend at Scotland Yard that Walter had told his story. But you don’t know—you don't know how terrible the temptation was—how— vou see I say it quite coolly—how Oliver Hilditch deserved to die. He was trusted by my father in South America and he deceived him, he forged the letters which induc to marry him. It was part of his scheme of revenge. This was the first time we had any of us met since. 1 told my father the truth that afternoon. He knew for the first time how my marriage came about. My husband had prayed me to keep lent. I refused. Then he became llke a devil. - We were there, we three, that night after you left, dnd, rancis, as 1 live, if my father had not killed him, I should have! “There was a time when I believed that you had,” he reminded her. “I didn't behave like a pedagogic up- holder of the letter of the law then. dia_12” he drew closer to him. You were wonderful pered. “Deares she whis- vour father has nothing fear from me,” he assured her, dn the contrary, I think show him the way to She Tose impulsively to her feet. “He will be here directly,” she said “He promised to come across at half . Let us go and meet him. iut, Francls- @ For a single moment she crept into his arms. Their lips_met, her e shone into his. He held her aw; from him moment late change was amazing he was no longer a tired woman. She had be- come a girl again. Her eyes were soft with happiness, the little lines had gone from about her mouth, she walked with all the spring of youth and happine: “It is marvelous.” she whispered. “I never dreamed that I should ever be_happy again.” They crossed the rustic bridge which led on to the lawn. Lady Cyn- thia came out of the house to meet them. She showed no signs of fa- tigue, but her eyes and her tone were full of anxie! Margaret,” she cried, “do you know that the hall is filled with your father's luggage, and that the car is ordered to take him to Southampton directly after lunch?” Margaret and Francis glances. ‘Sir Timothy may change his mind,” the latter observed. “I have news' for him directly he arrives.” On_the other side of the wall they heard the whinnying of the old mare, the sound of galloping feet from all directions. “Here he comes!” Lady Cynthia ex- claimed. “I shall go and meet him.” Francis lald his hand upon herarm. “Let me have a word with him first,” he begged. She hesitated. “You are not going to say any- thing—that will make him want to o away " ‘I am_going to tell him something which I think will keep him at home."” Sir Timothy came through the postern gate a moment or two later. Iie waved his hat and crossed the lawn in their direction. Francis went exchanged alone to meet him and, as he drew! near, was conscious of a little shock. His Host, although he held himself bravely, seemed to have aged in the night. “1 want one word with you, sir, In your study, please,” Francis said. Sir Timothy shrugged his shoulders u#nd led the way He turned to wave his_hand once more to Margaret and Lady Cynthia, however, and he looked with_approval at the luncheon table which a couple of servants were lay- ing_under the cedar tree. “Wonderful thing, these al fresco meals,” he declared. 1 hope Hedges won't forget the maraschino with the | melons. Come into my den, Ledsam.” He led the way in courtly fashion. He was the ideal host leading a val- ued guest to his sanctum for a few moments’ pleasant conversation. But when they arrived in the little beam ed room and the door was closed h manner changed. He looked search- ingly, almost Franci You have news for me?’ he asked. “Yes!" Francis answered. Sir Timothy shrugged his shoul- ders. He threw himself a little wear- into an easy chair. His hands strayed out toward a cigarette box. He selected one and lit it. “I expected your friend, Mr. Shop- 1and,” he murmured. “I hope he is none the worse for his duckin “Shopland is a fool,” Franci plled. _“He has nothing to do with this affair, anyway. I have something to_give you, Sir Timothy.” He took the two papers from his pocket and handed them over. “I bought these from John Walter the day before yesterday “I gave him 200 pounds for The money was just in time. whose atronage is due lange].y to the uniform flavor of his coffee,is usually pmud to identify it as Maxwell House. MAXWELL HOUSE COFFEE THE EVIL SHEPH}ERD E. Phillips Oppenheim. ; d me | The | challengingl at| Littls, Brown & Co.) He caught a steamer for Australia late in the afternoon. I had this wireless from him this morning.” Sir Timothy studied the two docu- ments, read the wireless. There was little change in his face. Only for a single moment his lips quivered. “What does this mean?” he asked, rising to his feet with the documents in his hand. t means that those papers are vours to do what you like with. 1 drafted the second dne so that you should be absolutely secure against any further attempt at blackmail. As a matter of fact, theugh, Walter is on his last legs. 1 doubt whether he will live to land in Australia.” You know that I killed Oliver Hilditch?" Sir Timothy said, his eyes fixed upon the other’s know that you killed Oliver Hil- ditch,” Francis repeated. “If I had been Margaret's father I think that i1 should have done the sam Sir Timothy seemed suddenly very much younger. The droop of his lips was no longer pathetic. There was a little humorous twitch there. “You, law? the great " he murmured. have heard the story of Oliver Hilditeh's life,” Francis replied. I was partially responsible for saving him from the gallow: I repeat what I have said. And if you will— Ho held out his hand. Sir Timoth hesitated for one moment. Instead of taking it he laid his hand upon Francis' shoulder. “Ledsam,” he said, “we have thought wrong things of one an- other. I thought you a prig, moral to your finger tips with the morality of the law and small pla, Perhaps 1 was tempted for that reason to glv you a wrong Impression of myself. But vyou must understand this. Though I have had my standard and lved up to it all my life, I am some- thing of a black sheep. A man stole my wife. 1 did not trouble the law courts. T killed him have the blood of generations of lawyers In my vel Francis de- clared, “but I have read many a di- vorce ‘case in which I think it would have been better and finer if the two. {men had met as you and that man met was born with the love of fight- ing in_my bones,” Sir Timothy went on. “In my younger days I fought in every small war in the southern hemisphere. I fought. as you know, in our own wai I have loved to see men fight honestly an, 1y.” “Tt is a man's hobby,” Francis pro- nol‘llnced = & “I e urage you deliberat to think,” Sir Tlmnt)hy went on, \i"hnt half the world thinks—that my par- tles at The Walled House were m terious orgles of vice. They have, as upholder of the of the sort. The tragedies which are supposed to have taken place on my launch have just been as much mock tragedies as last night's, only I have not previously chosen to take the audiences into my confidence. The greatest pugilists in the world have fought in my gymnasium, sou will, under iilegal conditions, but there has never been a fight that w not_fair. “I belleve that,” Francis said. “And_there is another matter for which I take some blame,” Sir Tim- othy went on, “the matter of Fair- fax and Victor Bidlake. They were neither of them young men for whose loss the world is any the worse. Fair- fax to some extent imposed upon me. He was brought to The Walled House by a friend who should have known better. He sought my confidence. The tory he told was exactly that of the mock_drama upon the launch. Bid- | lake had taken his wife. He had no | wish to appeal to the courts. He { wished to fight. a point of view with { which T entirely sympathized. I ar- | ranged a fight between the two. Bid- |lake funked it and never turned up. My advice to Fairfax was, whenever {hé met Bidlake, to give him_the | soundest thrashing he could. | night at Soto's I caught sight of Fair- | fax some time before dinner. He was | talking to the woman who had been his wife, and he had evidently been \drinking, He drew me on one side. “Ponight” he told me, ‘I am going ito settle accounts with Bidlake.’ [‘“’her»?' I asked. ‘Here,” he answered. He went out to the theater, I upstai to dine. That was the extent of the | knowledge 1 possessed which enabled me to predict some unwonted happen- ing that night. Fairfax was a be- | drugged and bedrunken decadent who had not the courage afterward to face what he had done. That is all i The Ol #\) with® all Esskay it i a matter of fact, never been anything | often, if | That | . THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., FRIDAY, JULY 27, 1923. Two Million Readers OF THIS WEEK’S “DIGEST” Will Be Thrilled, Entertained, and Accurately In- formed. The Outstanding News-Features Are: The hand slipped from Francis' shoulder. Francis, with a smile, held out his own. They stood there for a moment. with clasped hands—a queer, detached moment, as it seemed to Francts, in a life which during the last few months had been full of | vivid sensations. From outside came | the lazy sounds of the drowsy sum- jmer morning—the distant humming 10! a mowing machine, the drone of a | reaper in the fleld beyond, the twit- | tering of birds in the trees, even the soft lapping of the stream against the stone steps. The man whoseé hand he was holding seemed to Francis to have become somewhat transformed. It was as though he had dropped a mask and. were showing a more hu- man, a more kindly self. Francis wondered no longer at the halting gallop of the horses in the field ou'll be good to Margaret?” Sir { Timothy begged. “She's had a wretched time.’ Francis smiled confidently. “I'm going to make up for it, sir,” he promised. And this South Ameri can trip,’ he continuéd, {turned toward the French windows, “you'll call that off?" Sir Timothy hesitated. am not quite sure. | When they reached the garden Lady Cynthia was alone. She scarcely glanced at Francis. Her eyes were | anxiously fixed upon his companion. largaret has gone in to make the cocktails herself,” she explained. ‘We have both sworn oft absinthe for the rest of our lives, and we know Hedges can't be trusted to make one without, “T'll go and help her,” Francis de- clared, Lady Cynthia passed her through Sir Timothy “I want to know about S ica,” she begged. ‘The s trunks worries me.” Sir Timothy’s casual reply was ob- viously a subterfuge. They crossed n and rustic bridge, almost in silence, passing underneath the per- gola of roses to the sheltered garden at the further end. Then Lady Cyn- paused. ou are not-gol she pleaded, arm uth Amer- ght of those g to S “alone?” hands. he said, sten, please, to my sion. I am a fraud. I am not a purveyor of new ations for a decadent troop of weary, fash- ionable people. I am a fraud some times even to myself. 1 have had good luck in material things. I have had bad luck in the precious, the sentimental side ofYife. It has made something of an artificial character of me, on the surface at any rate. I am really imple, elder! man who loves fresh air, clean, honest things, games and a healthy life. 1 have no ambitions except those connected with sport. I don’t even want to climb to the topmost niches in the world of finance. I think you have looked at me through the wrong colored spectacles. You have had a whimsical fancy for a character { which does not exist.” “What I have seen,” Lady Cynthia answered, “I have seen through no spectac th my own eyes. But what I have seen, even, does not count. There is somethin “I am within a few w. fiftieth birth " Sir Timothy minded her, “and you, I believe, y-nine. | dear man,” ¢ Cynthia sured him fervently, “you I person in the world who [ from feeling forty our peopl “Heavens! My people, for the first time in their lives will count me a bril- liant success,” Lady Cynthia declared. You'll probably have to lend dad | money, and I shall be loked upon as a fairy child who has restored the family fortunes.” uth Amer- my re- are as- re the only n keep me | p i Timothy leaned a little toward | her. “Last of all,” he said, and this time his voice was not quite so steady are you really sure that you care | for me, dear, because I have loved you so long, and I have wanted love so_badly, and it is so hard to | belteve | "It was the moment, it seemed to !her, for which she had prayed. She | was in his arms, tired no longer, with {all the splendid fire of life in her love- { lit eyes and throbbing pulses. Around ! them the bees were humming, and a | soft summer breeze shook the roses land brought little wafts of perfume | from the carnation bed. !""“There is nothing in life” Cynthia _murmured brokenl | wonderful as this. | Francis_and Margaret came out ! from the house. the former carrying a silver tray. They had spent a con- siderable time over their task, but | Lady Cynthia _and Sir Thomas were still absent. Hedges followed them, a little worried. e ihe asked Margaret. “Cook has taken such pains with her omelette.” “I think you had better, Hedges,” Margaret assented. The gong rang out—and rang again. Presently Lady Cynthia and Sir Tim- othy appeared upon the bridge and crossed the lawn. They were walk- ing a little apart. Lady Cynthla was looking down at some roses which | she had gathered. Sir Timothy Lady “so d -Standby 'HEN a man is left to his own resources—when _wife gets tired of constant cook- ing — at home — at camp — for luncheon or dinner—indoors or out—there’s always the old stand- by—Esskay Quality Bacon. A minute or two with the frying pan and a fragrant, hearty meal a house- the spice and tang of the bacon flavors’ is ready to To be sure of the gquality, make sure ‘s Esskay Baconm. Ask to see the brand upon the product. ore.ce QUALITY. - Sugar Cured BACON hall 1 ring the gong, madam?’ | 1 in Accordance With Agreement. concern seemed a trifle overdone. Margaret laughed very softly. ‘A_stepmother, Francis!” she wi pered. “Just fancy Cynthia as a step- mothe; 3 THE END. (Copyright, 3423, by Little, Brown & Co. All rights reserved. Printed by arrangement with Metropolifan New “York.) wspaper Service, f “The Owl Taxi” A Thrilling New Novel By Herbert Footner will'begin in The Star * Monday, July 30. FORMS SUPREME COURT. 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