Evening Star Newspaper, December 14, 1927, Page 43

The Amazing Chance Koy 7 ? N]‘ll Jim Laydor n"the’ oF "Triends way (hat s in love with Jim's cousin, J 0 Was Dost man at the weddim ainly" Glan't look any Tess b the Bridecriom Gy e T . bui e W hispered among her friends :m“ ‘;lln&"'"‘l‘dw_‘l)rr husband. sin. Jac he two boys I logether and as lads were Yery much alike. Now. ten a word from the time Missing, one of them turns uj the one? 4 like _this ] but in doing scless in the road. As he aze fallé on the er than ounded an memory_ gone. v it fo th, b his mind_ ba * ten ve: $ planned 1o accent heat Chris Ellerslio. and Mannir #gated 1o break the news to her (Continued from Yesterda INSTALLMENT V. HRIS 3 once said of Evelyn Laydon that it would be impossible for her to be unhappily married. She had, he explained, the op. of Circe’s gift. Instead of fatal enchantress who roused and inflamed rring and discordant qualities had the home genius, the one gift which puts & more than ordinary happiness with- in a woman'’s One could not imagine her experiencing a grand passion, but one discerned the capacity for a great love, something as high as the stars and as useful as bread. But then Chris Ellerslie a post in spite of being addicted to vers libre; also he was as much in love with’ Evelyn as a calm and self-cen- tered nature permitted. There was a letter from Mr. jerslie on the top of the small pile that was waiting for Evelyn at break- fast on the day after Manning’s con- versation with Sir Henry Prothero. elyn looked at it with just the posite being & she very faintest contraction of the golden | brown eyebrows, which were a much as I would a hundred times rather possess the free gift of your friendship than be placed in the in- tolerable position of demanding what you were not willing to give. ‘My own feelings have remained ‘unaltered for the last 10 years. I do not imagine that the future is very * likely to modify them. I am there- fore always, and in every sense of the ‘word, yours, C B” Evelyn finished the letter with Yook of relief. Then she frowned again and immediately broke into a little laugh. Chris was so reasonable. He expressed himself so beautifully. Perhaps that was why she was still Evelyn Laydon. She turned back torher letters and saw a long envelope addressed in Man- ning’s hand. It looked as if it might ccontain legal documents. As she picked it up she wondered what on earth Monkey had sent her, and why he had dragged her back to town to meet him. Then she opened the envelope. It was salf an hour later that the telephone bell rang. It rang a second time before Evelyn Laydon heard it. She got up from the chair in which she had been sitting, rising with a strange jerky movement and walking stifly. As she got up, Manning’s let- ter, the long envelope, and the typed sheets of Anna Blum’s statement fell unheeded on the floor. Manning, at the other end of the line, said “Hullo!” and did not recog: nize the voice that answered him. :‘1 ‘want to “I am—Mrs. Laydo: “Oh, Evelyn? It's Monkey speaking. You—I—I say, my dear girl, have you had my letter?” “Yes,” sald Evelyn. Sas was feeling uite difficult to speak. % ‘?l thought you'd better have the Jetter first. And then I thought I'd Jike to come around and see you. I . mean I don’t want to butt in. But I thought we might talk it over and there might be things you wanted to esk. 'Yes.” “Shall I come around, then?” wyes.” | %At once?” “Yes.” Evelyn felt that she was quite in- capable of more than that one word. She hung up the receiver and turning, picked up the fallen papers. Then she went into the drawing room of the little flat and sat down to wait. It ‘was a very charming room, with the effect of being sunny in dullest Lon- don weather. Shades of gold and apri- cot, warm Persian rugs with prevail- ing tones of orange and brown made ‘up the background of this effect. But the greater part of it came from Evelyn herself; it was her own sunny atmosphere which filled and bright- ened the foreground. Manning came into the room un- heard, and saw her sitting in a low brown chalr, her head a little thrown ‘back, her eyes fixed. “Evelyn—old girl—' And she gave a little shiver, turning slowly round toward him. Manning withdrew his hand after giving her +arm a friendly squeeze. You wouldn’t RESH pure milk with all its cream goes into Nestlé’s until | bit knocked out of time.” ? | whether Td gone off my rocker t| of thin ‘TAE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, Copyright, 1927, by J. B. Lippencott Co nd the state- He broke off. “My 1, are you all right?" velyn smiled with stiff lips. shan't do a faint, Monkey, if that's what you mean. I—I'm just a be. 1 know what 1 I know I wondered would like myself “You felt know, there e some things that make one feel like that. You | can’t believe 'em; it don't seem po: ble that they can be true. And when you find that they are true, it just | knocks you out—makes you feel sort and unsul ant as if you couldn’t be real your A He was talking to give he as he talked, s kindnes: v affection that < 4 thawin, frozen stiffness which h: allen on | Evelyn. hen Manning stopped king she said with a little catch in her breath: onkey, where is he?" time; and the warm, lay behind out the | dear | You | just | { | was thinly incredulou By Patricia Wentworth “What about his voice, Monkey?"" “Not like elther,” said Manning; “deeper, you know fuller.” id Evelyn. “You | can’t really tell me anything. But if I see myself—will you go and fetch on a bleak and bitter cold day of wind and rain that Anthony Laydon came to Laydon Manor. He and Manning walked from the station, tramping silently through soggy lanes between bare hedges He me into the room with Man- ning behind lim. He walked straight across the floor, and came to stand- still in front of Sir Cotterell with his hand out and a quick: “Grandfather! Sir Cotterell kept his left hand on the table, but his right hand went up, shaking a’little, and caught at La: and his voice e changed,” said Laydon. He came over with mu said Man- ning. he caught her breath again, more throwing | e pushin which She stopped, as if she we! something away. “Monkey, he?” | Manning caught the hands in his own and held them tightly. “My dear girl, if 1 knew, wouldn't | I have told you str d to be weren't | much alik whisper. | they weren’t.” i o, I know. But, my dear, he " He bit off the end of the | sentence, frowned horribly, and made a new start. “He's not like either of | them, and that's a fact Svelyn pulled her hands from his and sprang up. “What do you mean? You said— what do you mean?” *No, no, not that.” Manning got up, too. “He's one of them all right, but | he's not like either of the boys that we remember. You see, for one thing, he’s spent 10 y doing very hard | field work, with his mind more or less. | asleep all the time. He's put on at least three stone and terrific muscle, and his face has got full and rather vy. It's beginning to fine down a T notice a distinct difference al- But you mustn't expect to see | any one who looks like either Jim or [ Jack used to. I want to realize that, | or you'll get the most frightful shock.’ Evelyn went to the window and stood there looking out. She saw, not the gray stone of the house over the way, but a very young, gallant, boy- ish figure with a world of boyish adoration in the eager gray eyes. She heard the voice and had said “Eve- lyn"—with a difference. Without turning round she put another ques- tion: he; piteous weren't, Monkey, Weight with New YEASTand IRON in 3 Weeks — or Pay Nothing : i : o i ‘ i i L3 1 i Lt i ] =il.. F :IE ) f 3 fetil fit s i 1 IRON] YEAST CO,, 98-H Atlanta, G: While the. i 0! 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Do you remem- ber what you called the ponies?” “Nick and Dick,” said Laydon at once. “And which belonged to which?” Cotterell's blue eyes—they were very blue—were looking out keenly now from under his pepper-and-salt eyebrow “Nick was Jack's Jim's,” said Laydon. Sir’ Cotterell's hand shot out and caught him by the wrist. “And which was yours, eh? Which was yours?” “I can’t say, sir.” The gray eyes met the blue ones quite steadily. There was a short, painful silence. and Dick was | first | D. €. WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 14, 1927. “They weren’t so much—so ve: “They wel . she said in a piteous whisper. 't, Monkey, they weren't. ¢ gentle nd you've hardly changed at all, s He paused. “Will you tell me about the people in the village? Are unts still at the Vicarage?” Sir Cotterell nodded without looking up. His right hand tapped his knee again “What's Allan Gaunt doing?” “Gone,” said Sir Cotterell—“Loos or Messines—I forget which. “Cotty Abbott's married, T hear.” This time he got a sharp look. Laydon nodded. “He rang me up this morning. He means to fight your claim.” “I'm hardly making a claim,” said vdon quickly. You're not? it you're not making a claim? say your name's Laydon. L You What are you doing | You say' you're my grandson—you do say that, eh?” The blue ees were fixed sud- denly, piercingly on Laydon’s face. Bu don made no sign. I certainly say that.” hen prove it, my boy, I it! Both of you gone the same , and no one left but Cotty Abbott—it near- ly broke me. It'd have broken me out- right if I hadn’t known that that's what Cotty waiting for. And it one of you has come back, you must prove it—you must be able to prove it. “Cotty'll have his microscope out, but—don’t let him rattle you. He'li be here in a moment, and he'll ask you this, that and the other, and try to trip you. But I want you to remember this.” You haven't got to satisfy Cotty or a court of law; you've only got to atisty me. If you can prove to me that you're my grandson, I'll alter my will today.” He laughed grimly. “IM make Cotty Abbott witness it, too! But you've got to prove it—you've got to satisfy me. Once you've done that Cotty can go hang. But I'll not go past him for any except my own flesh and blood. Laydon lifted his elbow from the table and leaned back, his face heavy, his look remote. “How am I going to prove it?" he ou've got to. There are plenty of | If youw're Jim, now—-" He , dropped his voice, and sat for- | “If you're Jim, there’s a proof you could give me now. Jim and I had a talk together here, in this very | room, on the night before his wedding —the night before he went back to Fors 1 im, you'll know | Cotterell put his hand on the table as he spoke.. It shook a little; his voice shook with the eagerness that possessed him. He repeated his question urgently: “If you're Jim, you can tell me what we talked about. s a proof that could satisfy me. Can you give it to me?” “No, sir, T can't.” (Continued in Tomorrow’s Star.) =l DONATE SCHOLARSHIPS. Mrs. Worthington and Col. Brown | Establish Memorials. | | Mrs. Ralph Worthington, 2400 Six- | teenth street. and Col. Edward T.| Brown, 16 achusetts avenue, have donated a $2,000 scholarship each in memory of members of their fami- | lies to the Tallulah Falls Industrial Sc erda Th Georgia and is en of the S It is attempting to educate the children of American- born parents in that poverty-stricken region. Col. Brown's donation in_the memory of his late wife, and Mrs. Worthington's is in memory of her mother. A benefit card party has beer: plan- ned by the Washington committee for December 16, at the Ma flower 'Hotel, Mrs. Coolidge heading | the list of patrones: is Municipal street car and bus lines | of Brisbane, Australia, carried nearly 3,000,000 people in the past 12 months. A Poem about . 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